Glycemia

(This was a response to a discussion on sugar.  For two years now, I've had this poem. Unlike all the others, I just can't find a way to improve it, or maybe I just don't want to.)

Glycemia

In front of me, the cake bleeds itself onto the paper

Fuscia, green, and azure dyes invade the pristine surface

Like a pen stroke interrupted,

And my thoughts pour out wild onto the kitchen table.