It was last October
when things had gotten worse
that I woke up
to a ham sandwhich
and a chocolate milkshake.

I was never a big fan
of pig, wondering where
the mayo was and why
it wasn’t on rye, I feel
the same about sugar

but after tequila and cocaine
until 4 a.m. hunger stared me down
the throat.

Chewing each bite
for what seemed like an eternity,
I took small sips
of the drink; when it was gone
with no one to thank
I went to work
at the bar
then back home

to bed. When I woke
there was a ham sandwhich
and a chocolate milkshake.
No cocaine and only two shots
of tequila made the meal go down
smoother; I didn’t miss
the mayo that much,
but wheat, why not rye?
I went to work,
the bar, then home
to bed. When I woke up
to a ham sandwhich
and a chocolate milkshake.

This went on for months,
I even began to like wheat
with the sweet chocolate and cream.

Then one morning in June
I woke to find a ham sandwhich
but no chocolate milkshake, it seemed dry
and pale in comparison, but with no one
to blame I ate it, went to work,
the bar and home. After awhile I forgot

the milkshake. I had even begun
to dig pig when it happened, nothing
that last morning in June and I thought
“Hey, where’s my ham sandwhich
and my chocolate milkshake?”, the hunger
gnawling at my bones.