Insomnia and Waffle House 
Are close cousins: 
Both are absolutely consistent, 
Questionably healthy, 
And frequently to be found 
Where I live. 

The food pictured is more like 
My wife would get, as I 
Would never order eggs 
Under any circumstances. 
But she would also get grits. 

I would frequently eat at 
Waffle House in my twenties, 
And even thought about taking 
An additional job there, given 
That I would go weeks at that age 
And rarely sleep. 

Fortunately, I got medical help 
For mania rather than 
Filled out more job applications. 
Not that there is anything wrong 
With working there; 
I am grateful that people did and do. 


But it is strange how 
Our loves and our problems live 
So intertwined: 
I loved Waffle House, but 
Much of that love came from 
A rather health-ruinous 
Medical condition. 

But our lives are all prepared on 
One grill, 
And everything ends up 
Mixed together.