It’s decided.
In the morning
I’ll set my alarm
an hour earlier
to buy coffee
and donuts
for myself
and the married
couple I live with.
The sun will greet
me with warmth
and I’ll know
the day is for
coffee and donuts.
Hot, steaming,
French-pressed
coffee. Roasted dark.
And donuts.
Glazed thick.
Freshly fried and
bagged. The oil
spotting through
the bag. Yes,
tomorrow is for
coffee and donuts.
Mouth Thorn 