Sleep And Me
Trying to sleep.
Feels like a spot or a dot.
Or a dash or a splash.
Whooshing.
Sounds.
Could sleep.
The scraps.
Can’t focus.
Feels like a computer.
If computers could play in the sand.
I’m neither.
A computer or sand.
I have disappointment.
Howling and writing things down.
I hold it up all day.
Lowering gently before sleep.
Can’t focus.
The kaleidoscope.
Turned everything good into shapes.
I turned into a weird shape.
Can’t focus.
Computers don’t do much.
Can’t focus.
Sleep can’t stop me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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