poems about onion bagels

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thumbnails to fingertips, scrape til it burns

digits twitch hungrily, yearning to hold

cds or tuna cans, small plastic bowls

something worth cradling, holey or no

closing my eyelids tight, nostrils flared wide

scents i can’t live without, glide through my head

hot crunchy cracking crust, oniony dough

make me feel whole again, though just for now

i’m super duper sleepified,

and droopy lidded bleary-eyed,

my brain feels like it’s been deep fried

but i’ve got work to finish.

so if it’s cool with all of you —

hitler, big bird, captain lou —

i’ll watch the onion bagel crew

do their dance tomorrow.