She begs. Sit with me now. Hear me out.
Her face a swollen mess. I never meant it
To hurt, she bawls. But doesn’t it always?
I wipe a tear from her rosy cheek, take the
Wooden chair opposite her.
We sit in her kitchen, walls bleed blue.
Mom and dad smile down from behind her.
A brother, just reprimanded. He scowls at
The glazed doughy ring between us. It glares
At me, the Donut of Betrayal.
She speaks. I hear no words.She cries.
I feel no sorrow. A cheating client?
No client at all. I kept the weight on cause I
Like your butt! I caught that last part.
I smile and leave.