I’m hungry but it’s 11 o’clock and I’ve already eaten dinner
but I’m heating up mac n’ cheese.
You’re not supposed to eat this close to bed,
and I don’t really want to eat this close to bed,
but I’m also just really hungry.
I should throw a metaphor in here somewhere.
The bowl is an ocean and the noodles are the water
minding their own business until I eat them.
Microwave is going off so the metaphor is over.
What would you say if I told you I wrote this poem about heating up mac ‘n cheese instead of actually going to do it? My art is deception. I really am insanely hungry though, so I might go make some. I’m also insanely tired so I might just go to sleep. Either way, you probably have stopped caring so I’ll stop writing. I’ll see you when I see you. Have a nice day!