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Instead of quinoa and organic
this and locally sourced that
maybe today I’ll be the one who
eats a frosted donut for breakfast
to see how those anonymous
Others start their day,
trying on someone
Else. My heart ached, I’ll say,
but that donut
fixed me right up, I’ll say,
and reach for another.
I could do this all day.

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