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mom would get us a sheet cake
at some point during the year
and it never celebrated anything in particular
simply appearing without ceremony
or decoration
and we ate in silence
never mentioning it didn’t have much flavor
anymore
or what we remembered when we were kids
but we would finish it
because her eyes suggested we should
and we weren’t sure how many more cakes there would be
so we ate
even though it brought relief instead of happiness
after the first piece
we’d hide pieces in the trash later in the week
telling her we’d eaten it
and it meant a lot to us
that she’d bought it for us
and sometimes she’d glance at the cupboard we kept the trash in
and cry
and we’d tell her it was full of memories instead of cake
which seemed to stop the crying for a bit
later we’d fall asleep to the whistling in the holes of the moon
and wonder when the next cake would appear
