Lunch time grovels and hounds at your bare toes on the freezing hardwood,
Head throbs with the sleep you missed,
Tossing,
Turning,
Tired tears tumbling out, tumbling over scrambled bed sheets.
They are hungry,
They are at one another because of it
And so it is your duty to try and fix the problem
Even if you would rather hide your face under covers
Or stand long in the steaming shower
Or sit in your fleece blanket with warm tea and vapors pouring into your gaping nostrils...
Present is now -
And the floor shakes with their pounding.
You swallow the lump in your throat:
Your wish to sit and simply worry away the day,
And decide to heat up the pizza,
To put together the sandwich
To trudge on,
Ever on
Til Evening.
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