When I stay up late
my thoughts move oddly like lab
mice stunted by drugs.
Why I need to sleep
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When I stay up late
my thoughts move oddly like lab
mice stunted by drugs.
Night winds roar like a
giant parent screaming “Go
to sleep!” without words.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
Hunched and hobbling I
move as if years older, a
taste of what’s to come.
I eat meat because
it’s Texas. Tender steak like
beef cotton candy.
We all complain there’s
no place to plug in. One by
one, our laptops die.
When you’re in a long
meeting, now you have two things
to look at while bored.
Slanting through speckled
panes, turning cobwebs into
faerie gossamer.