It begins shortly after I serve my two boys
a plate of white cookies and some chocolate milk,
while I’m dipping my burnt whole wheat crackers
(the English call Melba toast and sell to us suckers)
into chick peas I could have squashed myself,
(but purchased as hummus instead)
when the questions appear about opposites,
but quickly become infected with laughter
(in between chewing and kicking each other)
they spill silly pairs of the commonest things
and finally break all the rules of the logic
that makes any sense of the meaning of opposites
(Think of a bar room late in a shift)
when one of them questions that since it’s
okay to say you’re comparing apples
and oranges like they are unlike, then
surely there must be an opposite for ears?
Mouth I say, and tell them to finish their snack.
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