A POEM by MATT HSU

CUP[CAK]K[E]


(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.