I open my eyes and wonder
am I hungry or in love?
The hollow of my torso craves
you, and a bagel, too.
The sesame with chive we held
when we ate and ached,
licking up cream cheese and secret
trembles, glances, crumbs.
Do we love, or do we love ourselves
in each other’s eyes?
Do we love what could be, that we
could fill each other up.
I think of you and forget to eat.
About The Author
Kate O’Donnell is a writer and poet based in Chicago, where she spends as much time as possible enjoying the great Lake Michigan. Her work has been featured in The Allegheny Review, Cauldron Anthology and Q/A Poetry.
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