cutting onions

I think about you
when I’m cutting onions
arranging the larger segments
with calm precision
and making the cuts
clean dices or minces or chops
layers revealing themselves
with delicious potential
while unquestioned tears
gather like old friends
on my cheeks


Day 6 – prompt: pick a food, make it the title of your poem, and write your poem.


What do you think?

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