My little brother is obsessed with bananas.
That makes it slightly less weird.
He calls ordinary people "Bob" when laughing
and his current favorites "banana."
It's his go-to honorific. Touching.
No, he's absolutely enamored by bananas.
I don't remember ever seeing him eat one,
I feel like I should,
but he did write a poem about bananas yesterday
with my Jane Austen poetry magnets
I encouraged him to use.
(There's not a banana magnet, no.
He used a pink expo marker
and the "s.")
The kid's a sleepwalker, too.
He talks, walks, laughs, and pees in sinks in his sleep,
if the bananas aren't weird enough.
I woke him up to say goodnight this week.
He smiled, grabbed me in a hug (still asleep), then said, "I have you,"
and, "mm, bananas," when I broke free.
For the record,
I don't like bananas,
and I called him a monkey way before this phase.
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