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poems about onion bagels
the most important / most deeply introspective meal of the day
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
i caught her crying again
though she cleared her throat,
and sleeved
her tissue
i knew
the moment i walked in
her face was blotched as an onion bagel
and her eyes
as empty as holes
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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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