Ode-Meal

Maia Nuñez || Spring 2021

Oatmeal, my beloved, 
Before you’re beatified, I have to ask: 
Are you a Gemini? You’re just so versatile! 
As is your style, you sink and sing within a ring of frozen blueberries,
Your dense little accessories to roll around on my tongue, 
Or otherwise, gloat and float on a splash of almond milk (naughty!)
Dance, spin slowly around the silver spoon 
And wed a brusque glob of peanut butter. 
Do you think he’d mind? 
If I say that you’re mine and gorge myself 
On your ability to melt in my mouth 
What a delight to create and consume, 
My AM friend, my AMie; the ritual of a morning, 
S(n)ac(k)rosanct solitude 
And unimaginable warmth on my tongue 
Down my throat 
You’re a welcome substitute for the draining, 
Cold bite of breakfast vampires (a new day’s apprehension or Count Chocula?)
Holding you is enough. 
Shall I be seeing you tomorrow?