No. 16 Fat
Every time I pass by
a donut shop
smell of coffee
and the frying oil
and all the pink boxes
straight out a bad cop movie
made in the late 90s
I want to scream,
don’t do it,
that fat is not good for you,
then I step in
and when I leave
there’s that powdered sugar
on my face,
and the high you get
from sugar and carb
and I forget all about the trouble
and when I wake up
there are hungry people outside the shop.
America
how did you fail,
America what went wrong
and how did you forget
about Detroit?
why isn’t she getting the
pink box
and the coffee holder
delivered to her no more?
Peyman
10.19.17
Washington, D.C.
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