Any plan makes the next thing

Any plan makes the next thing
you hadn’t intended happen,
becomes the table where food
is meat with a heartbeat.
Something you had thought to eat
and walk away from becomes
a lump of disgust in your
throat, thought turned
monstrous, shifting in and out
of its own history. Meanwhile
it’s later, you’ve got a bus
to catch, a job to get to,
a list of what to do
today, and breakfast won’t
lie there and let you eat it.