A Doughnut and the Great Beauty of the World, by Tim Suermondt

I try not eating the chocolate one with sprinkles and I don’t succeed—my pledge to my diet dies, but the taste validates my backsliding, the fine smudge on my lips beautiful as lipstick on a woman. Someone wrote “the great beauty of the world”— maybe I did, I can’t be sure—and I believe the words. I remember the ugly of the … Continue Reading ››