You Don’t Miss Them Til They’re Gone

I poked my eye
By trying to squeeze the
last donut
out of it’s cellophane cylinder
while driving
on the freeway.

The donut wouldn’t come out.
So I shook the cylinder and
rattled it and tilted it and
squeezed it.
Until the waxed cardboard
which had been inserted for
package rigidity I’m sure
went right into my eye.

And I howled and dropped
the donut pack
and the last donut fell
to the mat right around the
accelerator
and my eye was on fire.

For the rest of the day.

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