COUNSELOR Poetry Crisis Line. What is your emergency?
CALLER: I have eaten / the plums / that were in / the icebox…
COUNSELOR: This is the Poetry Crisis Line, sir. did you want Poison Control?
CALLER: …and which / you were probably / saving / for breakfast.
COUNSELOR: Did you mean to call the cafeteria? I can transfer you.
CALLER: Forgive me.
COUNSELOR: I’m not here to judge you, sir. What’s important is that you forgive yourself.
CALLER: They were delicious…
COUNSELOR: I’m glad to hear it.
CALLER: …so sweet…
COUNSELOR: And how this is a problem, sir?
CALLER: …and so cold.
COUNSELOR: I see. If the plums are too cold, you could try eating other types of fruit–if you feel you’re up for it. Do you dare to eat a peach?