Donuts

Those who have dissected or inspected many [bodies] have at least learnt to doubt; while others who are ignorant of anatomy and do not take the trouble to attend it are in no doubt at all.
~Giovanni Battista Morgagni

You can get ideas for poems anywhere, right? Even anatomy class.

donuts
By Tabatha Yeatts

in anatomy class
i learn that human
bodies are like donuts,
with circles in the middle
that travel from our mouths
to our rearmost exit points

i wonder whether a
bunch of us in a car or bus
are like a box of donuts
with assorted toppings,
and i conclude
we are the world's
noisiest donuts

all i know is
we're not crispy crullers,
and we're not raspberry-filled;
we’re soft,
yeasty sometimes,
occasionally glazed,
most definitely
hot now.

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Donut People by Harry W. Yeatts, Jr.

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