the epiphany

let's stop
and get some donuts
she says to you,
chewing on a wad
of pink gum
and turning
the radio up.
turn that down,
you tell her.
I hate that song.
no, she says.
I love Madonna.
whatever happened to
her. is she dead?
hey, she screams.
look, over there.
a donut shop,
make a u turn.
come on.
let's get a dozen.
the hot sign
is on.
she claps her
hands together
like a seal
as you pull over
and make
a u turn.
it's time maybe
to skew older
you think, as you
drive into
the parking lot
of donut king.