Written by: Merle Manu

Has anyone ever written
about the scent of onions?
New Years Eve and the scent
comes wafting up to me
mingled in the wet and 
and all the little thoughts
that jump like fish, and slip 
the sheets, what 
seem to be good 
ones, gone now - between 
the yards of white that I
sleep beneath, 
i also wonder, 
about the undertow,
before we drift into the seas 
- or sail away- 
all about the answers that
we seek