Routine Lunch

That’s all that it said,
On the blank page
Of the notebook
That I keep next to
My bed:

“Routine Lunch.”

That’s all that it said,
On the paper I use
To write down the
Drunk thoughts that
I have.

“Routine Lunch.”

I say in my head,
Over and
Over and
Over again.

“Routine Lunch.”

What the fuck
Is that supposed
To mean? 

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