I thought he was crazy. These evenings helped me, long before I had a support group or the Internet, to express my genuine self and feel acceptance. My bananas are dolphins, SeaWorld in cereal. Favorite breakfast features. Flipper knows I'm coming, Speckled neck humming Hymns of gentle anticipation.
Hunger turns to hesitation.
There must be yet, a task undone, A less disturbing action. But furtive looks in every nook, Find neatness, not distraction. Still there, this fruitish mammal Reclines on icebox top. He'll make, toute de suite, a tasty treat. He's far too nice to chop.