onion bagel

poems

Petals that grow
So large as to bind
blind an eye
Set on high.

-me

"I always like to have the morning well-aired out before I get up"

-Beau Brummell

Ode to Dim Sum

Chinese instruments
Chinese roots
Fanning hot Dim Sum with sour cinnamon
It’s very Chinese he said
Playing his Mongolian fiddle and all.

-Me

wax poetic

To see his fresh shaven mug
Wearing socks inside out
And sometimes it works
The more expensive the socks
The thicker the seam
And why should it be
Seam against toes
Instead of outside the sock
Scratching my neck
Or wherever.

-Me

"Ettie has told enough white lies to ice a cake"
-Margot Asquith

Ode to my morning eggs

Runny eggs
Gigantic eyes
Looking at him
With a sideway glance.

-me