oatmeal

when your lover
turns over
the possibilities
and decides
you are just oatmeal

do you cover
yourself
in butter and syrup
and say
‘to hell with it?’

or do you
let someone else
take a bite?

he shares
his spoon
with everyone,
and you’re aware
of licking after
them.

the taste
of her saliva
on what was once
in your mouth,

crammed
into your maw
then withdrawn,
half-chewed;

just one flavor
to be discerned,
out of those
that
pollute the bowl.

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