MORTIFIED CHEESECAKE

This holy, soft cheesecake
will curl away from my fork,
mortified by the celebration
in my mouth.

Is there a better way
for birthdays,
three days late,
to end?

My confidence mimics the slump
of that cheesecake.

The graham cracker crust is the widower.
The widow mark is the mark
of my two front teeth.

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