Porridge and poetry

I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware that it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
Its consistency is such that it is better for your mental health if somebody it eats it with you.
That is why I often think up an imaginary companion to have breakfast with.
Possibly it is even worse to eat oatmeal with an imaginary companion.
Nevertheless, yesterday morning I ate my oatmeal with John Keats.

Extract from Oatmeal by Galway Kinnell.