Milk and Cheerios

you know how it goes.
the patterns, the circles,
the soggy bits at the bottom
of my heart, of my lungs,
you seem to me oversaturated,
red eyed and white teeth, its all sort of
garish and i'm not sure i like it.
further down the assembly line
droopy-eyed girls pick out your eyes,
one by one,
each of you is prepared.