i stopped at a donut shop
at 5 in the morning
and saw four people inside;
none of them were in line.
the indian cashier saw me
so i moved past the woman
reading a john grisham book.
she wore black pants and
a shirt with the words
"End Poverty Run"
written in cream white.
she waved to me
so i waved back
she raised a brow.
a girl in front
with the same shirt
passed by me
and laughed.
i chuckled ahead
and said to the indian,
"I'll have a medium
black and 6 donuts."
the indian spoke bad english
but i just needed to point
to get my 6 donuts.
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i had to leave quick
but i felt this thing
called excitement, or
was it arousal?
I sat nearby them
the girls with the words
"End Poverty Run."
"Hey, hey," one girl said,
"you think the thing 'bout
harvey was a fact,
about you know, that."
the other girl shrugged
and kept to her phone
the whole time i sat.
I spun on my seat
and faced them to say,
"can i get you girls
some good black coffee."
an awkward mood dawned
but the noisy one
laughed and said they were
fine, really we're fine.
"lizzie, where are you?"
she said. "liz hasn't
called since the run, tal."
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the girls ignored me
and i hated that
but i'm fine with it.
i unlocked my van
from the donut shop
via key remote.
outside it was still
dark but lighting up.
i glanced at the girls
and then drove away.
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lizzie was missing.
they didn't have to
tell me that she was
because she's with me.
"your sister looked cute,"
i hissed as i drive.
she pissed herself wet
when i said tal's name.
i parked on the side
of the state highway
and grabbed a donut
and licked its inside.
i unzipped my pants
took out a donut
and wrung the donut
around my hard cock.
i kicked her so she'd
see the donut cock
but the donut broke.
crumbs fell on her shirt.
i saw her t-shirt
and i felt ashamed.
all over the globe
people are starving,
and crumbs of donuts
waste on my floor mat.
i hope poverty
really do end.
lizzie's phone rang
on the dashboard.