The Foreign Language of the Chocolate Covered Banana
CHOCOLATE = TALK A LOT
She’s a chocolate covered banana,
Heavy and encased in robes of fatty folds.
Missing meals in a secret
Quest to become a yellow fruit.
Once peeled, alienated, and unable
To converse in discussions
On space and unrequited love,
The changing of leaves,
And the taste of grandma’s cherry pie.
Situated to be forever frozen and isolated,
Stuck on a popsicle stick as
A centerpiece for immaculate dining room tables
That remain vacant
And free of her bodily presence
In her mission to become a banana.