2am
crouched beside
the bed staring
at the fringes
periphery of thought
a prophecy of
regret, holding a
krispy kreme donut
two in the morning
shoveling glazed
carbohydrates in
glorious betrayal that
nobody sees: i inhale
and swallow,
squint at the edges
feeling the cold stare
of the omnipresent.
i sit on the ground
stomach full of
half-microwaved
gut-churning
resentment and
coiled-up stress.