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poems about onion bagels
the most important / most deeply introspective meal of the day
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Bagel-Shaped Scar
it's right there
on her arm
says she won't
discuss it
but when she
smells onions
or hears a
toaster pop
the twitch in
her eyelid
tells me some-
day she might
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an onion bagel poem a day keeps the doctor away. unless that doctor is a psychiatrist specializing in obsessive-compulsive obscure niche poetry writing, in which case the opposite is probably true.
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