promises we can't keep

as we stand

in line

at Duck Donuts,

freezing in the wind

and rain,

drooling.

she says to me, 

look into my eyes and

hear this, after these

three donuts i'm about

to crush into my mouth,

i'm seriously

going on a diet.

i swear to 
God on a stack of Bibles

and Oprah,

that this will be the last

time you'll ever

see me taking a bite out

of a maple covered

chocolate

glazed donut

filled with a buttery

cream cheese, hot out

of the oven.

i'm done after this.

how about you?

ummm. nah.

i can't make such

a ridiculous promise.