Can’t sleep 5

Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.

Disbelief

Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.

Can’t sleep 4

Staying up all night
is the new black. I wear it
and dance until dawn.

The next day

Undereye circles
purple as grapes, lids heavy
as harvest-ripe vines.

Can’t sleep 3 – Bubbe’s lament

Again you’re staying
up late. God forbid you should
worry about me.

About October 10th

I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.

Can’t sleep 2

Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.

Can’t sleep

Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?