My Mother’s Bundt Pan

(after a poem by Dorianne Laux)

Burnt sienna to match the appliances and times
Fat flutes alternating with thin
Creating crannies the Pam never reached
Weary from a brief marriage to Betty Crocker, and a fling with Duncan Hines, they found love with the Pillsbury Dough Boy
When the phallus with a hole rising up from the flutes
Gave them the idea to be themselves
The perfect shape for an ice ring…