Midnight Meal

I know I shouldn’t eat in bed

But I feast on the existential dread

I desperately need a palate cleanser

So I search my feed compulsively

Trust funders enjoying Southampton summers

Dim-lit dinner tables set for two

In a white coat, she proves what she can do

Frat brothers taking mud baths in Jordan

Crushes pose, freshly pumped, for chest-day photos

I don’t want to see where they summer

Can’t handle another soft-launch of lovers

How many iterations of congratulations does the valedictorian need?

Wish I could float effortlessly in the Dead Sea

Can I be the gym lighting that contours your body just right?

How can I make this hunger subside?

I may be a beast but they feast while I famine

I need to eat, I need to examine

I can eat in the dark, but I’ll try

To close my eyes and wait for the breakfast bell