Habit Poem by Bob and Alex Eichen
Habit
This poem written by Alexander Eichen.
dinner, breakfast,
lunch, repeat,
tears blur the veal
with every stir
come wasted years
that brought me to the meal
afterwards, digesting
breathing
every moment a syllable
a sick taste
thinking
crying, sleeping
honey sugar cereal
berries and regret
I choke it down
with chocolate milk
before another table's set
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