curses!
I lost hold of my donut
(tasty donut)
and losing hold of it
I fumbled
reaching after it too late.

(it looked so light and fluffy
contained in its little box
behind the plastic window
-- but who'd've guessed it would fall up
instead of down?)

I watched the
descent of the donut
(tempting donut)
which would have been an ascent
except that
I stood on my head.

the colored sprinkles taunted me
like condescending confetti
as it flew away
and the starlight shone bright
on its pale icing.

now I stare longingly
at my donut
(enticing donut)
as everyone debates over coffee
just why
the moon has a hole.