you say i’m not sure but i never wanted to be sure. i never wanted to know exactly who i was. if i surprise you it’s because i surprise myself. i worry myself and i scare myself but i surprise myself. would you still talk to me if you knew everything about me? would you still look me in the eyes if you knew my past, present, and future? would you still read my story if you knew how it ended?
scratch that—if i’m an egg, bake me into cookies.
bake me sweet, i’m a comfort food. bake me bitter, i’m all you can think about. bake me until i’m burned and you can’t tell who i was. bake me until i’m burned and i can’t tell you who i was.
bake me until you’ve memorized my recipe, until you know me by heart, until i’m inside of your stomach and inside of your heart. Bake me until I’m your art.