11:10am

[addy]

I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

Peace is the most apt description of this. As Dickinson put it, "After a great pain a formal feeling comes."

There seems to be a running theme of emptiness in the first part of the poem, which is resolved in the second... a literal hunger, "hollow" grays, etc. If you were to abandon "gore" (though I personally have no particular objection to it) it would be interesting to keep the theme. Also, as a minor nit, I'm not sure why the narrator references a door rather than a window, which is the more obvious place to look when you're simply checking the general time of day. So as the others have said, there might be some interesting context here that's been omitted. Just a thought. However, I like the piece overall Jack