Jelly Donut, NYC

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Whatever that humming is it stopped       the garbage

trucks for a moment crushed their cargo in silence

underground the trains glided soundlessly       revolving

doors deferred their revolving       uptown a dentist

suspended all drilling when the guy at the worksite

made a circle with his hands       when he brought

his hands together       thumbs touching       fingertips

touching       when he held the empty circle out

to his friend       when he directed the circle

toward him like a searchlight and said,

See if he has my round jelly donut

Genine Lentine is the author of Poses: An Essay Drawn from the Model and Mr. Worthington's Beautiful Experiments on Splashes.

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