The glaze glistens
and drips
off the donuts
on the drying rack
they're delivered steaming
into my mouth
sugar and fried dough
dissolving
in hot ecstasy
warm pleasure trickling
from mouth to stomach
along nerves to all
extremities.
Odd to think
the sourdough
from which they're made
may be older
than television.
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