Cheat

Ding! Order up. You said you wanted me. I have peeled back the layer that disagrees, clipped off the hardest husk and arranged myself in neatest folds. I am as soft as a smile waiting to be noticed. Ding! Ding! Ding! Have you ever seen the end of a smile nobody noticed? The heat escapes. It shrinks. The flavor changes. The chef resigns a heavy heart and silently gives it up to oblivion. Jingle-jingle. The door swings wide for the enormous, anti-expression you are wearing. You move like a person with a full stomach and an empty conscience. Oh, what other chef? Oh, what other order? You said you wanted me