tiny stewardess slinking down the aisle active little hands serving snack after snack after snack
you smile, share a laugh shuffle through your shelves so long at each row! so many more to go if you’re out of onion bagels when you reach my seat i'm bringing down this goddamned airplane so help me jesus
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.