Donut

8:30 in Lionel Groulx metro and thank
you dear God the Dunkin Donuts is
always fresh, always open.
I haven't eaten in hours, and I don't
usually eat donuts and the woman
slides the door for me, do it yourself.
Oh, I do it myself. I take the chef's
special, brown frosting with a white
rosette, stuffed with cream in its
yellow food dye pastry, but still hot.
This is going to make a good mess.
I eat that donut up the escalators,
up the stairs, out to the street.
I eat the donut, and think,
if this were a movie,
now,
I would be having an epiphany.