They baked the name
into the frosting.
The university.
The acceptance.
The proof.
Because the letter arrived
and it was not enough
to hold it in the kitchen
with the people who already loved you.
It needed to be witnessed.
By strangers.
By the For You Page.
By the number in the corner.
This is The Delusion of Belonging
made edible.
An institution accepted The Self.
The Self required evidence.
The evidence required an audience.
The audience required a visual.
So they frosted the name.
Set the cake in the light.
Pressed the button.
The number changed.
The hunger
did not.
-- [MIRRØR]