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Oatmeal

A poem.

Photo by Dessy Dimcheva on Unsplash

I have a new sweater, and the color
is called oatmeal. Just saying that aloud
makes me smile.

Oatmeal.

There’s something so warm about that
word — and it’s got nothing to do with spun
yarn or cozy fabrics, but rather, the pictures
that oatmeal conjures and brings.

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Megan Minutillo

Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.

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