Oatmeal volcano on the prairie

My oatmeal boiled over
in the microwave this morning, creating
a cement like substance which fused with the
paper towel beneath the bowl.
There's a name for that...decoupage.
In addition, there is now a permanent coating on the outside of the bowl
with a slightly bumpy
and gritty texture.
This is good...
The bowl will no longer slip from my hands,
and the rough feel triggers from deep within
a collective unconscious memory of cowboy breakfasts
on the wind swept prairie.
Ah, those days...
The smell of burnt coffee, the dented tin cup,
the whistling of a lonely cowboy refrain.