by November 5, 2021 0 comments

Onion rings as a child. And how I love them now.
I mean if anyone were to ever make them for me
but they don’t. Sometimes I look at Saturn and wonder
what it might look like without onion rings, and
whether or not Saturn tastes yummy, and
who, of course, would eat the onions. Sometimes

I even think I am Saturn, and my rings are solid
and doing well, drawn a hundred years ago by
a blind child who drew a spaceship in
the sand.

editors note:

A salty selection from the Solar System snack tray. What’s yours? – mh clay

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