Onions are gross
You caramelize them and they’re slimy
You don’t and they’re vengeful
They assault you with disgust
They make you cry
— Even after you’ve cut them
Once I cried
— Knowing my parents forced me to eat them
They were ashamed that I picked them out
— Even though it runs in the eldest daughters of the maternal line
Only keeping them around for frijoles
But then my Nana doesn’t even use them for that
…
Keeping them in the fridge to provide
— A sense of normalcy for everyone else
…
no one eats at my place anyway
…
So what's the point of eating onions
— Of allowing them their slimy space on my tongue
If no one else feels them there anyway
Why let myself eat for the pleasure of others
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Ariana GonBon
27yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men. Follow me @arte.con.ariana, all tips will go to @openyrpurse, both on Instagram.
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