In this quiet breakfast hall
after morning meditation,
fumbling with eggshells, my fat digits
reaching for pineapple,
I am primate.
All of us. Hairy.
Waking up in here, thinking thoughts.
One more sip of this hot drink and I sit taller
I am Monkeyking on my big seat
I want pepper on my eggs, sooner
I want coffee hotter
from sexier beans, from more places.
And riper fruits. Bring them.