Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
I feel like I'm batter
mixed up, stirred, and baked
in the oven of life.
I feel like I'm tested
from time to time by folks poking at me
to see where I'm at.
I feel like I get turned over and flipped
to be looked at every side, every angle
to see if I'm just right.
I feel like I get burned
by the heat beneath me,
which is really just the cooker loving the control.
I feel like I'm being served
to everyone to be tasted and felt
in their teeth after they've smelled my lingering invite.
I feel like I'm tossed away
after they've had their fill
and want to move on past me.
I feel like I'm a pancake.