Crystallized sugar on cranberries, slices of winter-yellow orange, flecks of mint.
A cloud, a pillow, an invitation of meringue! It cracked at the pressure of the knife, dissolving on the tongue, lingering with a hint of almond.
If I had known about office birthdays, I would have gotten a day job years ago! If Jesus comes back to earth, surely this is what he’ll request for communion instead of papery wafers: this is my body, given.
Oh, to give like that, and to receive!