Wake up to an earful of NPR
An hour-long alarm I don’t turn off
I dream of a movie plot
While they interview an actor
After work, I set up in bed
candle burning, PJs on
browse streaming sites for a show to watch
while I eat a Thursday night order of Dominos
Write, slowly, because I’m at the end now
And endings are important
And the hardest
Have I said I wanted to say
My head burns tonight
From tiredness or wearing slippers under the covers
On an Austin August night
Sometimes the answers are easy
(sleep, try again tomorrow)
Sleep, try again tomorrow
Sleep, try again tomorrow