Amongst the Donuts

Amongst the strawberry jelly she lives
Amongst the tiny townspeople
Amongst their disdain

Who reside in the chocolate frosting
Who play inside the boston creme
Who spend their lives
Riding around
Making tracks

In powdered sugar

She climbs through their existence
Taking care not to disrupt their feuding
For they are a divided people

The sprinkled girls
Dare not date
The plain old boys

And nobody can make heads or tails
Of the Manager's Special
But they all assume
Nepotism is involved somehow

The woman will occasionally tickle the idea
Of shrinking herself down
To the size of the people
Living amongst the donuts

She imagines herself meeting a glazed honey man
Who will wear suspenders and smell of beeswax
Who will make love to her in the honey fields
In the crests and valleys
Of a land where milk is missing
But honey is as the dirt is

She glides her hands across the tops of these donuts
Letting her fingertips get a sense of the magic
Lying there on the surface
That the donut people are all but too used to
And then she brings her hands back up to her lips
And makes dots of different flavors and textures
On the spots where she is dry

She is a goddess among atheists
She is a tyrant among senators
She is a lover among eunuchs

This is a woman amongst the donuts
And she is hungry