sleep deprivation:
I wrap a blanket of the stuff
around me
and drink another round of
coffee.
no, that's a lie. I'm not drinking
coffee. I'm drinking--
get this--
sorrow and you know what?
black.
sleep deprivation:
is it too much to say that I'm
waiting for you to call and
answer that heavy question
I'd asked two days ago.
why do you love me?
no, that's not a lie. I really did
ask him that.
don't believe me?
well, he's _5 and I'm not
seventeen years enough to get
anything out of the way he
feels for me.
sleep deprivation:
enough to hallucinate circles
and twiddley-lumps on strangers.
suffice to say I'm waiting on the
insignificance of the moment,
the unimportance of the lifetime.
like the lifetime of a star on the other
side of the universe:
she burned herself out and is now just
a ten cent ****** with a smoker's cough.
sleep deprivation:
ha, circles.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
sleep deprivation:
I wrap a blanket of the stuff
around me
and drink another round of
coffee.
no, that's a lie. I'm not drinking
coffee. I'm drinking--
get this--
sorrow and you know what?
black.
sleep deprivation:
is it too much to say that I'm
waiting for you to call and
answer that heavy question
I'd asked two days ago.
why do you love me?
no, that's not a lie. I really did
ask him that.
don't believe me?
well, he's _5 and I'm not
seventeen years enough to get
anything out of the way he
feels for me.
sleep deprivation:
enough to hallucinate circles
and twiddley-lumps on strangers.
suffice to say I'm waiting on the
insignificance of the moment,
the unimportance of the lifetime.
like the lifetime of a star on the other
side of the universe:
she burned herself out and is now just
a ten cent ****** with a smoker's cough.
sleep deprivation:
ha, circles.
Heather Butler; 2011
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