These days, I try to stay away from social media. I really am looking for some way to break from Instagram. I haven’t made that move yet . . . because I have filled my feed (the part I can control, that is) with artists and poets and thinkers and, yes, baby animals that bring me joy.
As I was traveling home earlier this week, I opened up Instagram on my phone . . . y’know, to fight the boredom and tedium of sitting in the airport . . . and I found today’s poem in my feed. It’s by a young poet I’m not familiar with – Jillian Stacia, and the poem struck me as particularly perfect for . . . well. These days. So I decided to share it with you all today, on this 3rd-Thursday-gathering-of-poetry kind of day. I hope you enjoy this juxtaposition as much as I did, sitting at my gate at Heathrow.
While the World Falls Apart, I Watch Great British Bakeoff in Bed
by Jillian StaciaBecause when a President sheds his skin,
becomes a King,
the pastry is still flaked to perfection
and the snap of the biscuits
is like the break of a neck only
cleaner
calmer
certainly more delicious.The government might ban diversity,
but the grandmother on Bake Off
is helping the gay man mix his marzipan
and that’s not nothing.I want to douse my life in orange zest
and rosewater, the perfect ratio
of flavors to drown out
this ravenous world.I want pearl piping,
springy sponge &
murderous meringue.Give me a handshake, Paul Hollywood.
America is like bad bread —
dense in the middle
and more than a little
under-proved.I hate to be impolite, but even Pru
would find this country overpowering.
If this was a Technincal Challenge,
we’d come in last.Our democracy has become inedible,
our freedoms burned to a crisp.
Capitalism is our Signature Dish —
the whole thing is just a little too sharp
for my liking.
I’m afraid we’ve run out of time.Get me back to bed —
dissociation works best
when it’s perfectly baked.
This poem was posted to Instagram by the poet, Jillian Stacia, on February 26, 2025. I found this Substack interview with Jillian while doing some googling, should you want to learn more about her work, her process, and her life.
Enjoy your day, everyone.
Indulge in a lovely treat, why don’t you?
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Oh my! How perfect this poem is for today. (how sad that is). I think I want to drown in orange zest and rosewater and maybe stick my whole head into a bowl of whipped cream! I am not familiar with this poet Kym – thank you for sharing.
Well… the perfection of poets putting to words the calamity of our days. This is exactly why poets exist… to give us a solace for these impossible days. (and I agree, when life is shite… a bit of Paul Hollywood is exactly what I need!) thank you so much for sharing this new to me poet! XOXO
This was great, thank you for pointing us to Jillian!
This poem made me tear up a little when I read the part about the grandmother helping the gay man fix his marzipan. It really is perfect, and I thank you for sharing. I want to bake a lovely treat this afternoon!
We were on our way to a bakery/cafe as I read this!
BBS and Sex in the City are the shows I watch instead of the news. I love all sorts of silliness like HGTV or even something gruesome. Distraction is a sanity elixir. No?
Thank you for Jillian.
Well. This made me smile and tear up. All so true and so well expressed. I have been attempting to drown myself in small pleasures these days, but I admit I am avoiding baking because I would eat the whole thing. But I have been dreaming about chocolate and cherries!
Oh that poem is just perfect for how I am living my life these days.
Well, that sums it up nicely, doesn’t it? Luckily, I’ve had plenty of distraction these days.
Welcome home!!
This is so perfect! It expresses perfectly how I feel and how I’m coping with the endless stream of bad news. (I have deleted my FB account, but I’m not leaving IG just yet because, like you, I’ve curated my feed there to see things that bring me joy. I have huge problems with Meta, but right now there’s no other place to get the same kind of dopamine hit, y’know?)
Perfect. Welcome home. 🙂
That poem is perfect! And welcome home. So glad you’re back safe & sound. Looking forward to hearing more about your journey.
What a perfect poem for the times. I love the idea of the grandmother helping the gay man. I’ve never watched the Great British Baking Show but I might have to now.