Doughnuts
Location
I like the jelly ones,
Except when I drip the sweet slop on my lap.
My jeans disagree with the sweetness,
It stains their former perfectly faded denim.
I ask her, curious. I like these kinds of questions.
Maple, she says.
Sweet and mellow, just like her.
I wonder if she looks in the mirror and sees her reflection differently than I do.