by It’s the way things aren’t mixing right
and powder spilled over the bowl…
It’s the way clumps stick to the spoon
and dirtying three while stirring…
It’s the way I blush wondering
if people would eat the cookies
if they saw me behind closed doors…
It’s wanting people to like them
and offer the high compliment
of a stolen second helping…
It’s the way baking reminds me
of so many clumsy first dates.
A (wise) man of two faces 
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