Food
This morning
I ate a really
not good
bagel.
You eat a lot
of not really good
food when you
live in a tent
staked 30 miles
from the nearest
town of 70
and you don’t
have a car.
It makes you
dream of
white bread and
good peanut butter.
And when your dad
call and tells you
hes eating veggie
tikka masala,
your favorite,
it makes you cry.
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What a good topic! The pacing and the images and the ending are … /chef’s kiss