We always skip breakfast;
Moving right into the afternoon
With impatient stomachs
That would be restful if only
We had more hours after waking
To attend to them.
So instead, they turn on us
By twelve
And we may not notice how
We respond to voices
Or any little sound or movement
That lingers in the corner
Of our irritated eye,
Up until we realize that there
Is a beast
That requires a simple fix.