I smear sriracha on my eggs.
You take yours plain.
I spoon honey on my toast.
You take yours plain.
But we agree the clementines
are perfect as they are.
Bright and new to you.

You don’t know what you are missing.

A limited palete has always been a turnoff.
A flaw to overlook from my perspective
as a human that wants each of the 32, twice.
I fall hard when someone wants a little
of everything.

But your simple meal is ideal.
Each missing ingredient a future morning.

Honey is particularly promising.