(a found poem from cupcakke’s song, duck duck goose)
box [c]ake, top of the vending
machine. it’s high, can’t lock
down that box cake. money
between my cropped fingers,
jumpin’ like a duck (or g[o]ose?)
for that box cake. need a ten-foot
ladder for that box cake. like a
tree, the statue of liberty, [c]limb
high while i dream of that box
cake. when i get home, i’m ‘bout
to bake that box cake (in an oven,
high temperature—don’t want
batter box ca[k]e). then: i’ll take
a spoon and eat that box cake.
Matt Hsu is a student from San Francisco, California. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and he’s published or forthcoming in The B’K, Kissing Dynamite Poetry, and Paddler Press. Currently he's querying his first novel: a twisty, thriller-mystery about a crafty assassin. You can find him on Twitter at @MattHsu19.