Grandma's Fruitcake

What’s up with grandma’s fruitcake?

I’ll tell you what’s up

Nothing,

nothing is up

with grandma’s fruitcake.

Cause grandma’s fruitcake

is inexplicable, inexplicable as the mind/

brain dichotomy. Cause grandma’s fruitcake

is like a brain:

Poor spicy mass of wasted weightiness, passed

around on the holidays. A specimen, something

to gawk at, and poke fun of.

To reduce grandma to a fruitcake peddling bitch!

Well, I say grandma sees something you don’t.

The hidden homology:

The gray vacancy of her ringed fruitcake

and your heart bereft. Small chunks of citron

glistening, and your young atomistic ideas

that no one wants to hear, except your grandma...

she’ll be listening.