Tasty Torus
An Abecedarian Adoration of a Toasted Coconut Doughnut
Alas, too many sources of delight are deleterious to one’s health
Before sinking one’s teeth into some tender victual, one must be reminded
Constantly, and loudly, of the trans fats, the salt, the sugar, the countless dangers;
Denial is dangerous and deleterious in itself, of course—one must accept the truth
Even when it is that the fleeting pleasure of a given indulgence is massively outweighed
Forever, or at least as long as one will linger in this corporeal carapace
Given all of the salient considerations, by the risks, the damage, the creeping doom
However, I will not quiver and grimace with apprehension
I will greet the smiling human at the counter and with gusto, request what I covet: you
Justifying this decision on rational or scientific grounds is laughably impossible
Knowing this makes it seem a revolt, a wild act of iconoclastic rebellion
Looking at the blizzard of sweet coconut that adorns you, I relish that strange collision
Meteorological phenomena like blizzards are tied to the icy, snow cloaked north
Never has coconut seemed blithely, grinningly at home in such places, and yet
Over the objections of nature and logic, you levitate like an enigmatic torus piloted by extraterrestrials
Pure and delicious is the hedonistic calculus that leads to your purchase and eager consumption
Quests, after all, take many forms: humans seek treasure, conquest, the mapping of terra incognita, the besting of monsters
Regardless, one can cherish and delight in a quest for a toasted coconut doughnut
Sweet, curvaceous, redolent of the lazy, sun groped languor of an Henri Rousseau painting
Tasting implausible here, amidst the slush and struggle of a Canadian January
Unlikely, given the disintegration of supply chains and the metastasizing cost of all aspects of life
Vivacious, coyly winking with your single eye to pull me and offer me a taste of your golden flank
Wonders are ubiquitous; despite the fact that you have millions of siblings, you, uniquely dimpled and dusted, belong entirely to me
Xanthan gum, polysaccharide progeny of expert microorganisms and sugar, is inside of you
You will soon be inside of me, having been torn by my teeth and toyed with by my tongue
Zooming from my entrance to my exit, be kind to me, and accept my love and gratitude
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D. J. Reddall
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Comments (6)
Oh my gods... whirlwind coconut doughnut.
Really good!! My husband is a coconut lover but it has to be covered by dark chocolate for me to like it.
You say it's "deleterious to one’s health", but it's healthier than meth! 😁
Paul would love this so much! I used xanthan gum too for my X! Loved your Abecedarian!
Pleasure. Let us not underestimate the positive impact of pleasure.
The quest for the doughnut. Sensual and adoring. Do not resist the sugary treat. Liked this, D.J.!