There Is a Beast

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.