Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Can’t sleep 5
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Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Insomnia has
tattooed across my eyelids
its wide-awake stare.
Can it be midnight?
I’m losing track of time, hours
misplaced like lost keys.
Staying up all night
is the new black. I wear it
and dance until dawn.
Undereye circles
purple as grapes, lids heavy
as harvest-ripe vines.
Again you’re staying
up late. God forbid you should
worry about me.
I’m unsure whether
joy or terror will greet the
news that I am live.
Switching to vampire
office hours. In bed past noon.
I write without light.
Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?