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.
6 replies on “Donut Salvation”
Oh yes. We have all been there. I chose donut!
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.
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.
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…..
This is my kind of poem! I remember those desperate days of little kids and little down time :) Nothing better than a fresh doughnut!!!
Love your writing and your poetry, Pam… You have such real true expression. You use your words well.