The other day, looking over a breakfast menu, I told Naomi

I’m kind of a pancake whore


And she laughed out loud like, Pancake whore?

Who even??


We laughed, way too loud for a cute little restaurant in Jersey City,

and then we were quiet, and she said


It’s been awhile since I laughed like that

and I didn’t even need to nod


Still asleep this morning, I made pancakes


They were pancakes, yes, but not in the traditional sense, being baked,

and being about the size of tables


I drizzled the pancakes with apple slices

(I bought some good apples at the market yesterday)


And I added the occasional banana slice and I ate them,

these pancakes, so curiously crispy as

pancakes can be sometimes

in a dream