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by Ginette T BelleI smell onion rings sizzling in the deep fryer
I close my eyes and crunch, crunch
battered skin
11 o'clock at night and the baby screams
probably because it's so damn hot
not unlike soft, cooked onion burning your chin
when you bite into
a juicy, crispy onion ring 07/04/2010 Posted on 07/05/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/05/10 at 03:42 PM I like this - was drawn in immediately by the first drool-inducing line; then line 3's double hit took me to a disturbing elsewhere... |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/27/10 at 12:46 AM That is burn you remember. Too often it leaves a mark. For days you sport an onion scald all because of the heat. This one brought back memories. Thanks! |
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