According to her.
Breakfast was the most.
Important meal of the day.
And she was pretty.
Dead set on us eating.
Hotcakes and ice cream.
So we went to.
The nearest McDonalds.
And that's what we ate.
I have never seen.
A girl eat.
Quite like she did.
She called her habits.
"Disgusting."
But I was just.
Fascinated.
At how quickly.
She shoveled the food down.
Almost as fast as me.
Like nothing else was.
Part of the universe.
Except for her and the plate.
A girl who.
Wasn't afraid to eat.
Was someone I admired.
We gained plenty.
Of wandering eyes.
As we ate.
Mostly because she also.
Insisted on wearing.
Her cow onesie.
Out in public.
"It's warm!"
She responded.
When I asked what could posses her.
To wear something so ridiculous.
"You look like
you're ready to graze
With the rest of the cows."
She mooed at me.
Doing a little jig.
In her seat.
It's been a while.
Since I have laughed.
So hard.
At something so small.
