creme brulee.

i dream of her every night

last night i dreamt a chef laid a crème brulee in front of her

it was like pudding and if there’s one thing she can’t stand

it’s pudding brulee

so she throws it to the ground, the ramekin shattering as she hollers

‘will i ever get served a good crème brulee?!’

‘no’, the flustered chef stammers,

‘but i can offer you three plates of carbs’

if there’s another thing she can’t stand

it’s carbs

for the first time in twenty-two days i laugh and thank god

for a reprieve from the waking nightmare