Tuesday, December 20, 2022

335/365 - Expectation (bonus poem)

 


Everyone
gets to sleep
how they want
but me
I've got a dog
at my feet
a cat
in the small
of my back
and a spouse
who is freakin'
breathing on me
(Am I the only one
who
can't stand to
have others breath
on their skin?
Seriously
keep your lung filtered air
to yourself
my darlin')

Anyway
despite all this shit
with which tonight
I'm dealing
I thought
I'd be out
in a minute or few
with how tired
I'm feeling

BUT

Here I am
twisted like a pretzel
again
wondering
if sleep
will ever begin



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