Sunday, April 19, 2026

 

CREME-FILLED DONUTS

  

Did you and I finally

have a truce when we ate

the last two creme-filled donuts?

 

Or was it a moment’s relapse,

into what we thought we knew

before we thought we knew each other?

 

Our little chat alone,

with an empty box between us,

at a crumb-sprinkled table in the lunchroom.

 

How long will the taste

of those pastries be with us,

once our tongues are free to disagree?

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