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Poetry | September/ October 2020

Donut Salvation

By Pamela Sinicrope

I settled into it as one would a freshly made
bed. A sigh of pleasure escaped as lights 
effervesced around me in a full-body halo:
my first donut from Kwik Trip
on a day when nothing was going right.
 
The kids were locked into car seats watching 
Barney as I licked glaze off my fingers
then slid over spackled lips to capture 
every particle of sugar, salt and saturated fat.
One is never enough and I knew 
 
I might never find my disappearing
middle again. But that confection was a life 
preserver tossed into the abyss, a sleepless 
free fall of fighting toddlers and tantrums.
So I grasped for salvation 
 
and found eleven reasons to hold on. 
While they dozed to the saccharine tune, 
It's a Beautiful Day, I ate them all
and turned the minivan around for more. 
This time, I asked for rainbow sprinkles.

6 replies on “Donut Salvation”

Jeansays:
September 25, 2020 at 9:52 am

Oh yes. We have all been there. I chose donut!

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Ashleysays:
October 15, 2020 at 9:26 pm

This is perfect! I love the simplicity and the honesty. It’s relatability is refreshing and comforting, thank you for reassuring me I’m not alone on this journey.

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Donata Thomassays:
October 23, 2020 at 1:29 pm

Oh my god, I think all mothers can relate to this sort of day, of escaping in to a box of doughnuts, of giving up our middles for our sanity. The scintillating, erotic experience of licking icing from your fingers was not lost on me one bit, gotta find that somewhere, right?!

This,
A sigh of pleasure escaped as lights
effervesced around me in a full-body halo:

was just simply divine.

I think I could read you writing the phone book…teehee.

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Marianne Reningersays:
December 1, 2020 at 10:50 am

Oh my, talk about silent sinfulness! These days I get total guilt from eating a half of an apple fritter maybe once in months! So related…..

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Kris Allensays:
December 1, 2020 at 12:01 pm

This is my kind of poem! I remember those desperate days of little kids and little down time :) Nothing better than a fresh doughnut!!!

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Ruth Hoelsays:
December 3, 2020 at 12:27 pm

Love your writing and your poetry, Pam… You have such real true expression. You use your words well.

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