By Twyla Lidén
I have these oats
I have these oats I often neglect
I have these oats I often neglect because I love bagels
I have these oats I often neglect because I love bagels and cream cheese in the morning
Now, these oats are punishing me
Refusing to mush
Refusing to bend
Chewing these oats seems to never end
But I guess it’s my own fault
I mean I never give them love
Gradually being pushed further back in the cupboard
Only touched when no bagels are around
I pour the oats in my enamel bowl
Boil water
Pour the water over the oats
Boiling them alive
Add some butter
Then devour them
I don’t enjoy them
No sound of pleasure leaves my mouth
They’re only fuel
An inevitable part of my day
When no bagels are around
Man, I love bagels.
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