before the dog barks

Suppertime comes and goes around me. It makes little difference what time it is or what the last thing I ate was. I only eat when I am hungry. Or when it is free. The only time it is mealtime is at my family's house. I don't eat at the television anymore, since my brother moved away with the X-Box and DVDs and I don't have cable. The dining room table is piled high with books. I usually just stand in the kitchen and look at the mouse shit.