Oatmeal

Joseph Krebaum

Each bite takes me closer to paradise

A paradise that stands upon an altar

Of toothless worship and thickened praise

Topped with a tiara of melted miniature

Chocolate kisses and a throne of holy artificial

Frivolous fruit-filled pastry

Knowing that this may be the only meal that

I will ever eat for breakfast for the rest of my life

I submerge my sacred spoon into the depths

Of a sludgy swamp overflowing with warmth

That burns my heart out until it drowns in heat

And my nose has to use the bathroom