Thoughts On A Bagel

Doesn't it make you wonder

how someone like Pat

can eat a bagel on a beautiful morning

at the harbor and then keel over

in the parking lot?

What's the point of saving face with Botox

to get that plastic deer-in-the-headlights look

if it's all down the toilet

anyway,

or skip desserts for a year

when there might not be a minute

to savor that last sweet sour taste

of cream cheese,

tomato and avocado

on a double-toasted sesame?

She never revised her manuscript.

Too many characters,

they said.

Like life, she said.

And instead of listening to critiques,

she skipped the meeting

to buy her favorite bagel

that beautiful morning

at the harbor.