With red hair streaked pink, Pastry Pam dropped and piped frosting,
while dangling cigs out the crook of her month.
Celebrating her retirement and the sale of her bakery, she purchased
an orange Cadillac convertible.
Humming along Highway 116 from Cotati to Sebastopol, she admired
the multiplicity of roadside entrepreneurial offerings: wedding
gardens, sex toys, antiques, organic fruit, horseback riding, cowboy
gear,
palm reading, junk, tires, Bible school, hay, honey, printing,
flooring, chocolate, and jewelry.
She stopped for cheap gas, lit up, and blew the steering wheel
and top off her new car.
To settle the lawsuit, she bought the torched station, erected
a pink stand, and hawked orange-glazed donut holes until she died
at
ninety-two.
© Claire Avery 2009
