On Wayne Thiebaud’s “Cafeteria Counter”

Cafeteria Counter

When I drown in deep dark blue
I long for the whole dizzying array:
chocolate cream, coconut cream, pumpkin pie
chocolate cake, yellow cake, angel food
chocolate, vanilla, butterscotch custard
with a luscious red cherry on top.
The light fresh juicy melons
never provide the creamy mouthfeel
or the cushy cake comfort I crave.
Sugar soothes
and I rise high like meringue
until my stomach cramps
and pain crashes back down.
God is watching
but I reach for another
any
all.