How painful to
admit
so many cakes
later
that
due to sloth
& one’s terror of inadvertent
flour
inhalation
one
has missed
a trick
but one is not above
confessing one’s peccadilloes.
One speaks, O my dears,
of decades
of denial:
all that faff
with the sieve
resulting,
as it turns out,
in a
lighter sponge.
Who knew?
One
will now don
one’s sheepish apron
hold one’s breath,
sift
as if one’s life depended etc,
apply heat
& revel in
this frankly indecent
expansion.
O my dears, how
perfectly
fat.
Jacqueline Saphra's latest collection is The Kitchen of Lovely Contraptions. You can read more of her work on her blog.
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