Yes, the cereal from Quaker. That’s what I mean.
Have you ever known me to say something
I don’t mean? Have you ever known me?

Every day, I build my fortress,
extruded, sugared oat fibers within,
cereal boxes on all sides without.

You could find me humming away inside,
like the sweat bee in the crook of your elbow,
tasting your sweat, wondering if you’re worth a sting.