August 9, 2012

Fatigue hits early. The thing where the eyes droop
despite my ready unwillingness (nothing cares
whether we’re willing) and sleep creeps up into
my brain.

Futon crashing
comes next and somehow the underwear unattach
and nakedness is achieved, but only under cover.
Drift off starts even before the AC begins to rumble.
I am one with the cushion.

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