behind me with his party lights on.
i pull over.
he pulls
in behind me and gets out.
i put my
coffee and donut
down and
quickly
get my license out,
my registration
and acquire a nervous smile.
maybe i didn't make
the yellow light
after all.
yes, officer,
have i done something wrong.
oh, no.
he says, you're fine.
i just wanted to know
where you
got that donut.
i saw you biting on it
when
you turned the corner
and ran that yellow light.
i haven't seen a donut like
that since
the summer of love
riots.
anymore in the bag?
two cinnamon cake
donuts
and a curler,
here, help yourself.
i tell him.
i hand him the bag
and he moves on.
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