At 6:30 pm every day
I’d ingest a little pill,
so that by 9:30pm that night
I’d still be someone nice to talk to,
even though I spent my day
appetite-less,
unbalanced,
yearning.
But at 12:00am every night,
I’d hope you’d still want to
ingest me,
so that by 11:30am,
and “Good morning”
I’d still be yours.
And maybe you’d still have an
appetite for me.
At 5:30pm
You decided your prescription was up
“no fills left”
when there were still
pills to be taken,
a balanced to be sustained,
hunger to be had.
So by
6:30pm,
and every day after that,
I ingested that little pill.
But it didn’t matter the time
there was nothing nice left to talk about.
And now, I’m always hungry.
