Dinner

Three or four kernels of canned corn
A nibble of tofu waffle
No olives
But I’m willing to pretend he ate one
A few good swigs of “nut”
Known to the rest of us as milk
If he’s lucky and
Loud enough
There will be a cracker later
After Pajamas
Before stories
I wonder if we can shift one of the four or five bowls of cereal
From tomorrows breakfast over
To tonight
To make it seem
More like he ate
Dinner