Breakfast

I ate cookies last night.

I ate cookie and burgers.

I ate cookies and burgers and bread

I ate cookies and burgers and bread and nuts

I ate cookies and burgers and bread and nuts and pasta

I ate cookies and burgers and bread and nuts and pasta and chips

I at a whole bunch, ok.

I didn’t drink, though.

It’s kind of sad.

Me. I’m kind of sad.

That’s why I ate.

That’s why I didn’t drink.

That’s why I went to bed early but didn’t fall asleep.

That’s why my dreams were nightmares without endings.

That’s why I couldn’t be my own hero.

And why I had no one else who wanted to be a hero to

Such a sad specimen.

As one who would rather daydream of her past nightmares

Than manifest her future destinies.

And relive old pains and heartaches

Before embracing the lover in her bed.

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