Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Donut: Glory of the Suburbs


Back to regular posting. I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving--I certainly did! There is something rejuvenating about going home to family and feeling taken care of. And eating a LOT of good food. Yes, I love going home to see my family and old friends, but when it comes to the activities available in my hometown, the feelings aren't always so amiable.

See, my sleepy little suburb, okay, technically very industrious, huge, kind-of-sort-of suburb-like city, goes to sleep early. If you want to hang out with friends outside of your house after ten o' clock (sometimes nine o' clock), your options are limited. Sometimes you sit in the car on the driveway and chat, sometimes you go for long meandering drives, but my friends and I usually end up at the local twenty-four-hour donut shop. It's not very glamorous, and more often than not, it's rather crowded, but it's a place where you can get out of the cold, indulge in relatively not-stale, fried, glazed treats and talk with old acquaintances.

I can't say that I keep close tabs on all the people I knew in high school, so it's usually interesting catching up with them, but sometimes these late night conversations leave me feeling...lonely. Or as though I'm not living on the same planet as the people I'm talking to. Or at the very least, as though we are speaking very different languages.

And there it is again--all the glorious angst!





Donut
By Rachel Oto

Hole-filled cakes for
Hole-filled hearts at
Dead-end hours in
Low-end cars
Slowly losing
Sugar-coating
On the table
A soul pours
A coffee stain

Maybe you would get me
If I could offer more
Eighty cents on the counter
Smiles dropped on the floor
But no one moves to
Claim the loose change that falls

Hole-filled cakes for
Hole-filled motives
Creamy centers
Every order
And words leave stains
Dried-up pain

Maybe you would get me
If I could offer more
Eighty cents on the counter
Smiles dropped on the floor

Maybe you would get me
If I could offer more
Eighty cents on the counter
Smiles dropped on the floor
But no one moves to
Claims the loose

Change that falls
Change that falls
Change that falls
Change that falls

Maybe you would get me
If I could offer more
Eighty cents on the counter
Smiles dropped on the floor

Maybe you would get me
If I could offer more
Eighty cents on the counter
Smiles dropped on the floor
But no one moves to
Claims the loose change
No one moves to
Claim the loose
No one moves to
Claim the loose
Change that falls


I might have to attempt to make donuts now...

Be bold.

R

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