by Jane Eliza

Created on: October 31, 2008

Sleep Comes Too Easily

I had a bad day yesterday.
Not that you should feel sorry
Just stating, you know.

Eyelids drop heavily
towards my cheeks
and I know it's started

Hold them up again
frustratingly think of matchsticks
Look at the keyboard
see my index finger resting
where it ought to be jumping from key to key

See the screen with it's lines of n's
typed in rapid succession - smooth you know
not like gunfire
not typed one at a time to the sound of clicking keys
but silently magically just there. Three
lines all n where words should be.

stifle the manic giggle
as it wonders how readers
would interpret that verse.

I stand and stretch.
push the blood around
feed my narcoleptic brain

and sit again
delete the n's
reread the lines that came before
fight the fog
that envelops me
insistantly demandingly

and wonder what is in these words
that my mind is trying to say
and my heart is hiding from.

i never win this fight
words on paper
words on the screen
words from my mouth
they all stop midsentence
when sleep comes too easily.

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