Pepper

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

looking around

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.

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