onion

The hardest thing about poetry is to convey a feeling without complicating it.

philosophers are terrible poets

poets aim for the center of the interpretational onion

the peel and the first several layers are for indulgent thinkers

a poet aims to eliminate the onion altogether

caress its fussy bounds

like petting a cat of 7 lives, albeit very gently

looking it in the eyes and knowing things without a doubt

the poet cries tears of joy

knowing the onion doesn’t have to assume its default position in the world

why grow new layers when peeling is an excellent option?

my kudos to those who pushed the damn thing aside

and held themselves from missing it for at least a solid minute