I was six

And silly

And loved my Honey Nut Cheerios in the morning.

I was a dreamer

And curious

And watched my Cheerios float to each other.

As if embracing the strong pull

As if round magnets

Or planets

Seemingly happy with their finding in one another at last

Then I would scoop and swallow them.



"Leave no one on their own!",

I'd panic to my bowl.

Guiding one seemingly lost with my spoon to the other,

"You wouldn't want to be alone..."

Who would want to be alone

At the end of their soggy, saggy lives?


Then I would scoop and swallow them.