if you've got
four men
you've got
eight legs

(how profound
now shut up
and go to sleep
you're tired)

i am tired
sorry

everything around
me is bothering me
the furniture
what's on the furniture
the mismatch of
colors everywhere

(i hate it when i get
into the car and say
that i'm tired and you
ask me why i'm tired)

like i'm just
tired okay
i'm sorry
i can't help it

that the textures all
make my head hurt
pound and ache
and i'm crying

i'm crying because
i made a choice today
and i'm going
to keep living
even though
it hurts me.