Asphodel bundt cake
Babà al asphodel
Asphodel curd pie
Devil’s Food Asphodel
The same stamen and staff
that beat my memories from me
is the flower-chaff I mill
The same water where I
lost all those faces is
where I wash the fruits
of Tantalus,
iced with bloom in the gloaming.
Stuffed with all the food fairy tales
that were memories before these hungry
minds turned gray and flitting
In the meadows by Lethe we bake with what we can:
Asphodel, dusk, and forgetting

[Amelia Gorman is a baker and computer science student living in Minnesota. Her poetry has appeared in Nonbinary Review, Eye to the Telescope, and The Literary Hatchet.]