The can of chicken noodle soup sits on the stove, mocking me
“You only come to me when you’re sick, or have had dental surgery”,
“How do you think that makes me feel?”
I glance surreptitiously at my selection of pots

“Talking to inanimate objects is a sign of schizophrenia”
We had better get some antibiotics in you
“Every object has a shadow, and it has a source of light”
The stereo knows what’s up.

The coffee she is a delicate bean
Floats in milk, but not in water
Has been known to cause hallucinations
Consumed in excess.