—for a change, I
let the alarm go
at noon. I let
air nose
into the room,
the chairs, bare
legs, rolling
oats.
I put the kettle on.
The kettle
on high,
warmly. Listen,
more news
talk
on yesterday, the same
morning at noon.
Same oats, opening
bowl
choice. Openings: I look
then choose
oats then feed
water into kettle.
I sit then sit on another chair.
I don’t know
how heavy I
eyeball
my oats, up
hunger with the clock.
With
my nose, the oats
thickly
walls inside,
a kettle put on
high. Where
is my bowl?
Where is inside
enough
to see my room bright
& boiling?
It knows, oh
it knows to sit
a falling
bowl loud
as news. As new
talk, I put time—