The tiles on the floor
when I drop
snacks become
a table.
Some random rule about
seconds
Dive across, lunge
scoop and pop
the oval in.
Scruffy still sniffing
the area, destitute
assaulted when I vaulted
Gone, boy! Come, boy.
See fridge with me
Behold it like
a shining portal
how we stand back.
Without a dance
you get the sliced ham
I get a dry mouth
Whip out the Mac.