Four of us sit in the living room, too close to the TV.
The baby isn't yet born and Mom peeks around the corner.
It’s a cartoon Saturday morning
and the sun-dust sifts through the blinds,
warming our backs and inviting us out to play.

We each have a plate of carrots,
and we peel the wrinkled, grey-orange skin
To reveal a bright, porous flesh
that we crunch with little canines,
shifting with wet tongues the carrot to each side.

Bugs Bunny always eats carrots,
chewing the same as we are.
His teeth and big cheeks fill up the screen,
as he looks at our bulging faces,
bursting full of carrot and silent laughter
as bits of orange glisten on our cheeks.