Tongues.

The kids run round
and make roar
like airplanes in
the sun around bacon.

In the proverbial dog
house Frank sits slack
and chews his eggs.

"Frank," Mabel pours
"Maybe you want
some more coffee
to wake you up?
Or, can you see
clear now, the past
and taste the eggs
and feel the milk
go down your throat
because you can't
taste me now ever,
ever again."

The airplanes roar
past, Frank is 1000
miles away chewing
chewing it over.