I Want Cake Cake is all I want, of ancestral Egyptian spelt, Demeter descended within wispy chaff speared like Roman warriors, god-gifted Cleopatra on the Nile where they can eat cake, wise like winds that swept the plains, swept the seed. And you, my sweet descendent, gift of goddesses’ seed I planted on this earth, seed that sprouted across the plain, golden like fields of spelt, fermented in foreign wind, I wish you all the icing. Other poems and essays by G. DiNapoli have appeared in literary journals and reviews, as well as Stanford Medical blog, in Europe and the US. She is an Italian American from Washington, DC.
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