~ after Diane Seuss ("Coda")
The best donut in a box of store-bought donuts
is not glazed but plain, like a plain-spoken poem.
In the farmer's market, the best donut is the one
which doesn't smell like apple cider or pumpkin
spice. It's the one that isn't dusted with sanding
sugar or a cinnamon-cardamom mix. If it's sweet,
its sweetness lingers like the space where a hole
has been made in something that used to be
whole. In other words, whole doesn't always mean
unbroken, and broken doesn't always mean not good
anymore or of no further use. Sometimes whole is a body
that rose and was punched down once, twice, on the counter
or in a bowl. Whole means strands of gluten broken
down, souring in fermentation, then knit back together
to form an elastic structure. Tap it with a knife or your
finger. It's crisp and golden outside, soft on the inside.
“where a hole
has been made in something that used to be
whole.”
Feels like a description of all of our hearts, these days.