Sunday, October 28, 2012

Euthanasia


The only thing that
could come between a
fat man and a donut is
the donut’s suicide note.

The donut allows the wind to carry
it into traffic like the brushing sweep
of a broom clears a porch. The
tragic bit is the note, written in
flakes of sugary white clumps. It reads
simply:

             He touches me.

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