I wanted to write
but the corn flakes
got in the way.
"Eat!" They say,
grandmother of the breakfast foods.
and have a conversation
with the spoon instead,
just to piss the flakes off.
The spoon is mellow.
"Dig?" It asks
between clouds of skim milk
flashing like white ink
across its silvery concave lips.
"I dig," and I do.
The corn flakes squeal
as I eat them.