My favorite modern poet; are you following? Please do …
It’s too hot and my head isn’t ready
for medication and bed. I am
a brilliance. I want to be
for ever/yone and I will be so swirly
you will think of me like leaves
in Fall that left home
but tried to come back. I just
want to hold on for a little bit.
That was two hours ago, but I have to
stay awake. I have to snap my body
like a branch so I won’t bend.
Sleep will drag my eyes shut again
but it’s been two days. I can fight
for awhile more but I am
dangerously close to cycling
down the stairs
to where the people talk in my head
about how they don’t like me. I embrace
my bastard pillow.