“granola again”

white slime coats
the gravel rimmed
bowl. a kernel of
oat rides
the slope
upon a spoon.
everything not in
my stomach
is ceramic
or stewing
in gummy grooves.
i am
a writer without
a muse, this a.m.
also,
my toes are cold;
sockless on tile.

narrative poem written on 01-07-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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