it's called muffin hour--
that point of hysteria, that level of exhaustion beyond tiredness,
the place where reality melts into insanity.
sometimes i stay there all day long.
other times, like tonight, it's a cold necessity.
poetry? at muffin hour? you must be joking. this is not a time for verse and rhyme,
rhythm and tongues,
it's a time to sleep (if only in your fantasies)
to reflect on the day as you mindlessly go about your nightly tasks
wishing that for once you were in a place to dictate your own schedule.
i would be a morning person if i could.
excellent. why muffin hour?
ReplyDeletethanks, because that's what my friend olivia calls it :P
ReplyDeleteOh and also, cause it's like this point where you're so delusional that if someone just says something like "muffins" it makes you crack up with laughter.
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