Ode to My Breakfast Cereal
(Soma)tic: Immersing Self in Vast Grey Morning
By Daisy LennonPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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O granola steeped in milk
and honey O most perfect
apricot wrinkled thumbprint of the
sun float miraculous in my
2% and make my stomach
smile O crisp O crunch
of almonds fat and round
drive me nuts but not
bananas which I only like
with peanut-butter which also
comes from nuts it must
be something about the texture
the mush and gush of
gnashing into the shaft I
promise this isn’t a poem
about sex just cereal and
maybe the bowl which cups
it all fat and round
to which I press my
hungry parted seeking lips and
slurp milk flowing riverlike and
free this still is not
a poem about sex it’s
about granola soft-baked bear-
naked fruits and nuts knowledge
of god and fleeing gardens
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