My Baker's Dozen

Started with forty-two faces

All in the hallway crush mix, bases

Too much dough on the counter

Gotta sift before I measure

If you're not on the A-team

You're cut before the oven pre-heats

Varsity only, proof it

Party only upperclassmen, don't dilute it

Under five-ten?

Nah, wasn't you

You were eye-level icing

Not crumbs below (sorry)

Liam, RJ, Axel, Jacob

Crossed off clean, black ink, no smudge (bye-bye)

If you don't share my classes

You never made it past the crust

Nineteen left, too many mouths

Oven's hot, I'm cutting now

Sophie kissed six? Toss that batch

Boom. Thirteen. Perfect match

Ding! Ding! My list is done

Sugar rush blur

I felt you for sure

Got my baker's dozen cooling on the tray

One of you stole my kiss, I just can't say

Was it August, Billy, Ryan, Ezra

Jack or Sean or Noah (oh yeah)

Henley, Leo, William, Eli

Lewis or Zach?

I'm losing my mind, this batch won't set

Other options on the table

Late-night theories, half-baked fables

Maybe a drifter, no receipt

Off-brand bite, too smooth, too neat

Sketchy

No proof

Or blackmail glaze, sticky-sweet

Fishing for crumbs in my DMs weekly

Gigi hire help?

Paid disguise?

Catfish trying to jar my tea

For later lies

Ding! Ding! My list is done

Sugar rush blur

I felt you for sure

Got my baker's dozen cooling on the tray

One of you stole my kiss, I just can't say

Was it August, Billy, Ryan, Ezra

Jack or Sean or Noah (oh yeah)

Henley, Leo, William, Eli

Lewis or Zach?

Or a drifter

Or Gigi's paid minion

Gross

Thirteen's still a crowded tray