Baked Good When I came out of that oven I was feelin’ good! What a rush, what a thrill The past thirty minutes changing me forever. Have to admit I was bit nervous at first Having only recently been mixed into existence Part of the whole like a water molecule in the ocean No individual identity so the memories are vague Just wet and tumbling and primordial. Then, being scooped out of the whole and plopped into a structure That would provide me an infrastructure to take my shape. If I had been given a choice I’m not sure I’d have chosen the intense heat But so often it takes that heat to make you into what you are destined to be. How do I describe the journey? In the beginning, a mucus liquid slowly thinning Deep inside air pockets forming from the lovemaking orgy Of Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate and baking soda Creating embryos of air inside protective pockets formed from proteins Provided by the givers - milk and eggs. My exposed surface scarring to create a crust That would allow the newly formed pockets of air To heave my shape into a brown, crunchy dome Tantalizing and sexy When I finally cooled I felt solid yet vulnerable They say typical after a metamorphic event And was gently lifted and placed in my temporary home Displayed next to others so similar we could be brothers or sisters. Then I looked up and I saw that goddamn cupcake So cocky with his creamy icing and sprinkles Looking down at me with scorn Well fuck him, I’m still proud to be a muffin!