the Portland Donut Shoppe

i made

the accidental,

but brilliant move

a few months back

in opening up a donut

shop

across the street

from the ICE

detention center in Portland.

there have been riots

and demonstrations

going on there for over a hundred days.

non-stop.

i can't make these donuts

fast enough,

and it's not just cops who

love donuts,

it's anarchists too.

who doesn't love a good hot

donut right out

of the oven?

the left, the right, the sane

and deranged?

everyone loves a good donut.

i had to hire family and friends

to help out

with all the donuts we need to make

for the brave patrons

who arrive,

tired and battered, some

bleeding,

some limping, pouring

water

into their red eyeballs.

they line up in droves at the door

and at the drive-thru

hungry as hell.

(we may add breakfast burritos at some point)

if you watch tv,

well certain channels only,

you can see all my customers

with icing and glaze

all over their faces

and gas masks, chocolate, maple,

vanilla,

Boston creme

filling

on their chins and shields,

and for a limited time only,

there are seasonal

pumpkin spice lattes

dripping

off the Billy clubs.

if you zoom in close enough

you can see

between the pepper balls

the donut holes rolling

around on the ground

under all the leather boots.

my sister made those.

we have plans to expand to Chicago

and LA, soon,

and perhaps to a city

near you. stay tuned.