By far
The thing I miss most
Is a fat shiny salt bagel,
With just the right crunch of toast.
No cream cheese
I can always eat that
No, with real butter
pale yellow, soft with fat.
Rounded halves
Sit buttock-like on a plate
The crystalline salt, tiny diamonds
Why do I have to gain weight?
Butter-soaked spongey bites
Between my teeth, rough on my tongue
Finished far too soon
My paean now sung.