The Donut

The same girl

who dug up the dead cat

took me and another neighbor

to the back of the apartments

 

It was our place to be alone

but remain close to home

 

She had some donuts to share

 

But before I could have one

she wanted me to make a mess –

rub the chocolate all over my face

I refused and with protest

had none

 

 

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