The poet resists the temptation
to remark on the just-stated claim

that all the colors of fruit loops
have the same flavor and its

(obvious) implications, and instead
re-engages the old mild revulsion

he feels at the sight of gray shadows
on the milk inside the shape of a torus.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to Torus

  1. Ah yes. Existentialism and breakfast.

  2. Gotta stop eating breakfast with kids. Love it!

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