Poem: "Bodily Honest"

"Are you tired?"

I asked myself after

realizing I've dozed off

yet again in the middle

of a Thursday afternoon

my spine is curled in a slouch

curved like the moons

that've soared in and out

haunting my sleeping rhythm

and the sands in my eyes

are making a beach out of my vision

would that I could think with enough clarity

to tell the tale that stirs in my soul

or give myself amnesty

for things that aren't in my control

a mind adrift is like going 90

without a seatbelt

fast and delirious

imminent crash, serious

and as the waking world slowly loses

my fizzling, waning attention

stillness grows in silence

my dreams hope for perception

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inspired by being drowsy in my chair

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