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poems about onion bagels
the most important / most deeply introspective meal of the day
Thursday, April 30, 2009
third-degree turn
i dropped my bagel
like it was hot
because it was hot
and my fingers were burning terribly
digits in mouth
pain soon became joy:
the scalded skin
tasted quite a bit like onion
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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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