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.