my stomach grumbles
because i haven’t yet had my morning bagel
and it’s already nearing 8:30
and i can’t help but fantasize
about how the everything seasoning will feel in my mouth/
taste on my tongue/
how the cream cheese will add that special something–
and my stomach complains louder
as i contemplate my breakfast
instead of simply starting it/
making it to be eaten//
this poem is torture to my digestive tract
and i need to apologize
but first i must somehow poetize
the fact that i never get sick of bagels
because they are
so
damn
good.
An Ode to Bagels
January 15, 2023
Happy National Bagel Day!
one of my top three things to eat
the only one of those three i have
nearly every day
(now that we live in New York at least)
bread
boiled and baked
toasted ever so slightly
just to let the cream cheese slide over it
and warm the mouth as i bite
everything seasoning everywhere
a small price to pay for the deliciousness
of poppyseeds, sesame, garlic, onion, and salt
filling my tastebuds with joy.
hot and fluffy
crisp and cakey
sweet or savory
my favorite item at a bakery
i have to stop myself actively
from having it for every meal
bagels
so damn good
every day should be
National Bagel Day
but i’ll take today in stride
and order a baker’s dozen
(as we do most Sundays)
but today i’ll do it
with massive pride!
kipventures 