I’ll Have Some In a Bit

I plate it up then put it down

I doubt that I will ever even eat this food

The process it made me less hungry

And soon I get distracted

Distorted scale of importance

I live, I live, but I do not survive so well

Food and sleep are never prioritised by me

There’s jokes about my tired eyes

My stomach starts to sing

A manic public episode and then I start to think

Is this an inevitability stemming from my broken head

Or have I just not spelt and eaten again?

So I stay up ‘cos I can’t sleep

I say, but really I’m just reading and watching

And communicating with people in a language that I think is flawed

Next thing I know it gets too late

I think of all I must do the next day

And so I opt to stay awake and I start drinking coffee

Now I know I need to eat and so I go inside a shop

But the food is not appealing and the choice there is a lot

I pace around and panic buy nothing and leave

I tell my friends I’ve eaten when they ask me