I manage to get
Maybe a few hours
Before I'm thirsty
And I wake up
I wake up wide
Wide awake
Wide like a crater on the face of the moon
The moon must be quite the place
At dawn

When I was asleep
I slept restlessly
And dreamt that I wouldn't get enough
I wouldn't get enough sleep to function
I woke up in my dream and drove my car
Into a tree and the hood crumpled into a paper bag
That had carried my lunch
But I'd eaten it all
And I sat down next to my ruined car
And wept
And cursed myself for not getting more sleep

Then I woke up for real
I wrote this poem
While I watched the palm tree outside my window
Turn into a postcard