The Bakery Thief

Words by Milo Zhu Visuals by Yoon-Ji Kweon

Note From the Poet: I wrote this poem to criticize the misogynistic men who sexualize others’ bodies, and the ways in which women are subjected to objectification. This poem references sexual assault and depicts some heavy topics that may bring discomfort. If you are in need of resources, please visit sexualassaultsupport.ca or endingviolencecanada.org.

Content warning: implied sexual violence.

You’re having fantasies again expectations, possibilities, perhaps Skulls encrusted in sugar Embezzled the holy recipe Called for the destruction of dignity

But you like that, don't you? You like indulgence Damned dog scrolling down digital directories until you hit that sweet spot

And oh! Is it worth it? The bulging of the eyes? The blank state hypocrisy? Pray to Father Gluttony You’re descending It's too late The price of frosting on the cake Stumbling scavenger The spice and dice of the wake

Baked just for you A crumb of destiny What are you waiting for? Go get ‘em, darling!

Go! Go! Go! The buzzing voices bounce Who likes meringue? Who wants a cookie? Don’t tell me you’re the kinda guy who likes cookies You’re special You don't get dejected by cavities You’re a performer, a genius you smoke satiety

Ding! Ding! Ding! The timer is up The steam begins to cloud your bucket full of cups as the snow-powder clears, your eyes drop red

Pick out your slice and fill your head

At last, disappointment Was it all some kind of joke? Doesn’t every lad get a plate? Every poor bloke? What fool are you to believe in sweet-toothed, candy-eyed lies Only a fool would die for some goddamned pies

Can’t stand it Can’t look at their glossy sheens It’s their fault, you tell yourself licking your lips with a gleam Grab a helping of your size You’re going to take what’s yours Mister Bakery Thief

You’re overcooked at the core.