Donut Salvation

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.