I burned the bagel,
put it, still smoking,
on the balcony.
Next morning, it’s still
there. Not even the
squirrels would touch it.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist
A postmodern heretic's spiritual journey.
I burned the bagel,
put it, still smoking,
on the balcony.
Next morning, it’s still
there. Not even the
squirrels would touch it.