Overnight
I feel the need to bounce around.
To shake off the lamplight.
Then I’m sitting, hopelessly.
Then I’m pacing powerfully.
The room is offbeat today.
I think my body shouldn’t be here.
A couch lives in here.
A bowl of popcorn, old and dead.
Yep, this is my friend’s place.
Something…something…stay here…
I could use the couch.
To sleep.
But it didn’t go right.
Instead, I stayed up all night.
I wasted the spot on his couch.
He asked if I’d like some cereal.
But I don’t eat like I used to.
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