a bagel shop on east 38th street.
the line was long,
down
the block.
it was cold, snow was
falling.
we huddled
against the building
and each other,
patient
as the line
inched forward.
we had time to decide.
butter or
cream cheese.
onion, or jalapeno.
plain?
maybe everything
with an egg
and bacon
tucked inside,
toasted on wheat.
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