She was beautiful and she loved her donuts
Perfect face. Perfect body. Passable personality.
I felt she was donuts obsessed and ate too many of them.
She said I work out. I burn off the calories and can eat
All the donuts I want, which I’m going to keep doing.
Years later, after she turned forty, she complained to me.
“You were right,” she said. “Now I have a donut belly with
All the fat around my waist like an imitation innertube
Shaped like a round donut.”
“But,” she said. “I have a plan. I’m going to just eat those
Rectangular cruller donuts and slim down with a waist like them.”
Crazy as this sounds, somehow it worked. Her waist
Got slim again.
Or maybe she was just messing with me.
Bob Boyd
