unnecessary cupcake

for my wife

little and parasol adorned
the mop swept checkered floor reflecting
feelings and fat cells

tingle to the pink on a burnt belly
and the melting, rising to the temperature
of early summer in a little shop

on a small sunday afternoon with company
of four around a french table
with wire-knit chairs

the spray painted white sticking
to bear legs sticking out of skirts
and tongues minted in sweet, patient molecules of cake