So the other day my pal, HeyLookAWriterFellow, wrote about Unfortunate Donuts and even illustrated it amusingly (he is one of my favorite contemporary artists, along with Laura Wilder, Anita Munman and Berkeley Breathed). This got me thinking about Perfect Donuts that I have eaten (all two of them) and set me up for the 7-Eleven’s 50-cent donut deal yesterday morning, which led to the glazed donut I ate half of yesterday and am finishing today, because no one should eat that much sugar in one day if there is absolutely no chocolate in it.
One of the perfect donuts was a coconut-covered jelly stick. I ate it in Cranston, Rhode Island in about 2001 or 2002. The other was an all-too-brief Starbuck’s creation, a rectangular blueberry-raspberry jelly-filled perfect balance of starch, sweet and salty goodness. Naturally, after only about two months, they stopped making them. Probably the gods complained. They just HATE it when humans create something perfect.
How do you write
a poem about a donut
you ate a decade ago,
how do you recall
the texture on your tongue, the zip
of sugary goodness, delicate
balance of salt and sweet, the color of jam
moistly melting
And now I have no idea how to end this….
Illustration by Mike Allegra 2016.
buildingapoem 
You don’t know how to end it? Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m surprised you got that far!
The memory of such a donut would send anyone into a blissful state of sugar shock.
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Very true.
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There is no ending since you haven’t re-discovered your ‘perfect’ donut yet. Perhaps you should look for Mike’s ‘prune’ doughnut from his youth…
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Shudder.
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I’m a jelly doughnut person myself. 🙂
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If only they wouldn’t put so much extra sugar on the outside. That was what was so great about the Starbucks one.
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The Platonic Doughnut [visualize appropriate accompanying gesture toward something off in the Empyrean]
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Just go for a giant, ‘Yuuuuuuuuum!’ 😀
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