HOW TO READ ME (OCTOBER BIRTHDAY CAKE)
It's natural to seek signs
that radiates a plane of white,
spiraling down my sides
But decoration obscures.
every crumb of my damp flesh
Taste past the sugar
the hint of spring grass in milk,
Hold them on your tongue
that made me. They are small
They sift and fold, they measure
that have held back your hair
into your temples, these hands
Two sources inspired this poem: a painting by Lori Larusso and the recipe "Zodiac Cake" from the 1971 Betty Crocker Recipe Card Library. "Ask a friend to dress up as a gypsy and tell fortunes," the card suggests. I wanted to see what sort of fortune a cake might tell instead.