i came in with sugar donuts
white as sweet ghosts
round as rings.
we got white fingers from the sugar donuts,
white lips and messy sheets
on a bed where we didn’t care about later.
i went to the bakery like i said,
but my sweet-eyed love, there is so much i never tell you.
i came in with sugar donuts,
but the sweet dust i just fed you
could’ve been anything.
for Mama Zen’s Words Count