Sweet-Tooth Confessional

Today was a near-perfect day! Slept in, baked an espresso cake (different from a coffeecake...because it actually contains ground coffee! :) , went to the gym (muscles muscles here i come!), went to Doubleshot where I got to sit/chat with a friend and write the following poem, then Mod's Coffee and Crepes downtown for dinner, then HOME! for a nice quiet evening. Started a translated book called Black Rain by Japanese author Masuji Ibuse about the aftermath of the bombing of Hiroshima. Ran across it at Gardner's books and bought it because I've never read any literature on that, especially from a Japanese perspective. Quote from the back cover: "A novel based on real diaries and interviews with survivors of the bombing of Hiroshima, Black Rain probes deeply into the emotional significance of nuclear attack on ordinary people." Promises to be eye-opening/heart-breaking.
On a lighter note, today's poem:

Here's a vice I'd not confess
To anyone but you:
Sometimes, late at night, I eat
A piece of cake...or two.
I sneak across our shadowed hall
On silent, slippered feet--
I open up the kitchen door,
My heart begins to beat
Quite loud, it seems, but no one hears--
They're deep into their dreams--
And there's the cake! I cut a slice,
And top it with whipped cream.
Nightmares follow, I'm afraid,
Whene'er I pull this trick,
So sometimes I'm afraid the thought
Of cake might make me sick.
It hasn't yet, though, and my urge
For midnight pastry snacks,
Like letters to a callous love,
Predictably comes back.
It's strange, though: I'm convinced I'm not
The only one like me--
I think that this corrupted strain
Runs through my family.
Some nights we go to bed while one
Whole cake sits in the fridge,
But when the morning dawns, what's left?
Not even one small smidge.
And I--I swear!--have but consumed
A single piece...or two.
I hope they all confess their sins,
As I've confessed to you.