donuts

bite size poems

’round and ’round the world it goes

a hug –> a kiss –> a pinch of the nose

the virus, kneaded, rises and grows

dead bodies sprinkle the glaze


oh me, oh my, i’m not ready to die

i’ve sanitized, i’ve washed – my skin is so damn dry

my gods, my guides, please ease my troubled mind

soften the sword and the spade