"When I look up, I just trip over things." Ani DiFranco
I get up
when it's still dark outside.
Slip through the vertical blinds
into the pressing heat;
into the quiet.
Smoke a cigarette,
put on pants
and start flinging myself
into the floodlight
like a bony, wingless moth
on a God-sanctioned mission,
a quest for a well-lit concussion
to bring me still, dreamless sleep
that lasts for years
and will not leave me, finally,
awake and sore
moaning in the dew.
- Kristyn Sherman
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