Perfected Scullery Required

artificial authenticity poisoned, saccharin’s bitter
becomes everyday easy through flour haze and
crusty exteriors, like a gingerbread snap.
development harnessing too little and too much,
ever hardening while waiting for buttercream
frosting smiles and piped sugar shoes.
grins hold their shape until visited by the uncaring
harsh realism imposed through those 
idiosyncratic when needing to satisfy a fructose fix.
just when thinking it safe to swing from the pan
knowing all too well
life is as limited as it is limitless,
many move too close begging their share of
new york cheesecake, banana nut bread, snickerdoodles.
overbearing demands come too soon, too fast. not ready.
patience, deep breaths,
quench the panic. easier said.
rising within tormented, nearly raw
souls, everyday easy falls from the
table, sliding under counters, landing
upside-down, while timers shatter silence, needing to be
valued, savored, created once again.
where’s the sweetness? the magical
xanado world of cordials and cordiality?
yesterday’s recipe no longer effective. under/over proofing.
zesting elusive. aftertaste bittersweet. throw it out, start again.

(Note: This is an Abecedarious poem, one in which the first letter of each line or stanza follows sequentially through the alphabet.)

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