Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Sex Doll Bakery

Word travels fast as bullet trains 
and hungry appetites flock to the Sex Doll Bakery,
aptly named for the 55 ft. blow up doll
mounted to the roof, so that when the customers
enter they look up at the giant gash,
feel truly inside with all those ovens going 
before the sun: cookies and croissants, date squares, Danishes
with fruit holes in the center, assorted donunts,
designer sheet cakes made to order…
a powdered sugar lust over everything,
icing fingers licked to twitching horndog oblivion,
toes curled in the shoes like unseen cream pies,
no wonder the long lines, that disposable income
throwing itself at everything; even the boys in blue 
are regulars, no crime in that!  Deep inside those 
pink throbbing walls that seem to know when
you are coming.