MRS. PETERSEN
Once moved, your heart
Goes it's slow way,
Like a ship gliding out of it's harbour.

Did you write this?

CYCLOPS
I think so. Last night. I - I have to tell you something.

MRS. PETERSEN
It's beautiful. How did you learn to do that?

CYCLOPS
Listen, I want to be the one to tell you, before you hear it from someone else. I ate your husband last night.

MRS. PETERSEN
Yeah, I thought so. I saw what was left.

CYCLOPS
I didn't mean to. I was drunk. He didn't even taste good.

MRS. PETERSEN
I know. You know what? It's a silly situation, but it could have happened to anyone. I don't think you should get any gray hairs over it. You write such beautiful poems.