I don’t eat meals anymore.
I make hot tea and let it get cold.
Then I heat up the water
And let it get cold again.
I create and delete dating profiles
On a weekly basis. Desperately,
I need anyone to love me.
Days go by,
Breakfast is the only thing to talk about.
The color of your food and how much it costs.
The urgency of two lovers
Fighting to be the first to pay the bill.
A computer could do my job better than me.
A computer wouldn’t be jealous of the lovers.
A computer would enunciate White Toast
In a loud room and everyone would understand.
I thank hundreds of faces for dirty grit cups
Then anxiously wait in my quiet house for the breakfast shift.