Morning Mirror After Alcohol Binge

I do not know
why my fingers smell like onions today.


I have not
cooked or cut anything in the kitchen today.


In fact, I am
reviewing the evenings events today.


Nothing stands
outside of the ordinary.


But I do wonder
if all of the skin I am peeling into the bathroom sink today


Means I am
genetically predisposed to cancers.


Hopefully
the internet will explain my onion digits and
I'll chew my fingernails out of boredom instead of worry today.