The Eleventeenth Banana

At least twice a week I let myself believe that I’m capable of reading The News at breakfast, of multi-tasking, and, at least twice a week, often before the last bite of banana is complete and the morning’s eleventeenth prognostication about the Democrats’ chances in an election more than a year and half away is consumed with half-distracted though nonetheless jacked-up gusto and forgotten immediately inside the context of now and the penultimate bite of banana, I recognize my complete inability with and loathing of multi-tasking and find, unfailingly, that I prefer the banana.