I frequently get a boba milk tea before running errands. My narrative poem takes place at Trader Joe’s after I’ve gotten some milk tea from my site. It’s a common enough scene of me doing some shopping for food. However, the twist is that the story is told from the perspective of the food item I’m shopping for, which is cookie dough.
A major theme I explored with this project was the themes of false hope and unmet expectations. We often create stories for ourselves of what something will be like which often turn out false. In the case of our poor clueless cookie dough, the harsh realities are not only disappointing but horrifying and painful, ultimately resulting in its death.
Poem transcribed below:
She drinks milk tea as she walks near When she sees me, a smile appears She reaches out and pulls me close I can’t believe I’m the one she chose Taking out her pouch, she checks me out I hear the sound of freedom’s bell Some may call this luck, but I call it fate Beyond the sliding gate, a new life awaits Blue skies and a warm sun that shines Replace cold mist and artificial light She gently puts me on her seat In that moment, I’ve found my peace An engine whirs, the world blurs She’s taking me on an adventure After a few, calm is restored She brings me through a dark red door Something in me begins to stir As she grabs a pair of large scissors Cutting me across the top Horrified, I beg her to stop I speak in tongues she cannot hear Filled with sorrow and despair She places me on a silver tray This must be some kind of mistake Locked within a scorching inferno Please don’t tell me this is how I go My chocolate skin begins to melt I think to myself, this must be hell This can’t be my fate No! Wait! Too late I’m baked