at the bagel shop – or – at the doctor’s office
wrapped in flimsy paper,
each crinkle-producing movement is amplified
you are examined, squeezed,
sometimes even cut
you wonder: do i look okay? do i smell like onion? do they ever turn the heat on in this place?
you don’t know what’s coming next and you grow colder with every second
you wonder: do i look okay? do i smell like onion? do they ever turn the heat on in this place?
you don’t know what’s coming next and you grow colder with every second
