THE LAST TEMPTATION

How I wonder
what it is
in people
and their fettishes;

that they find
preference
in the same
pan of brownies

the center
the side
the corner
or not at all

of the same deluctible sea
of brown confection
confined to a 9x13 cell
of utopia

Perhaps the buds are awakened
on their tongue
by the texture
assigned to each plot of the sugary grid.

Chewy
Gooey
Gooey in the center
Chewey on the side

an yet
it all goes
right to
our "center".

Perhaps there is
wisdom
in dieting
anyway you slice it.