When I ate those donuts. I think it was after a mock trial event that our school van stopped at a Krispy Kreme store. It was the last day before Lent and I had promised to lay off sweets until Easter, therefore I had a little bit of a fat tuesday. A half dozen creme-filled glazed lard bombs and a giant hazelnut coffee with half and half and whipped creme. I ate them all. Alone. In the back of the van listening to Stavesacre on my walkman. The glory of a cold clear desert night didn’t even register. I was in pain from the overload. If it is possible to overdose on transfats, I was knocking on heavens door.
Not that it cleared me of the habit or anything like that. I still ate TONS of Krispy Kreme (and any other kind of) donuts, just ask folks in the student development office at Cornerstone University 2002-2005.
I relate this to you because I was inspired by the Gary Snyder haiku to try and write my own. This was the first to pop into my head and beat-style I went with it.
By the way, completely unrelated, I’m finally getting around to reading Rob Bell’s Velvet Elvis. I don’t know why it took me so many years, but I think I’m in the right place to work my way through the book.