My Dearest Kolache

You’re known by the same name as
that dastardly donut doppelgänger,
but you, my dearest kolache,
are so much more than a pastry,
and yet so much less than a hot dog.
When I bite into you, my mouth explodes,
the delicate veneer of your scrumptious bread
and the sunny sting of your inner cheese
reacting to form the nuclear explosion
of your taste.