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

 

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