The City, Part 1

By Emily Zielinski

I fear the pigeons will eat my bagel
If I venture into the cement-filled streets of New York City.
I got a poppy seed one today,
The cream cheese overflowed from the edges.
I always get butter- I should have gotten butter
But my curiosity pulled me into the corner store
To get this cheap bagel with its cheap cream cheese.
The grains got all stuck in my teeth making my smile stand out far too much.
The kids on the street all laugh at me,
And so I laugh at myself, and suddenly the seeds fall out of my mouth.
I throw away the bagel and keep walking up the street.