Insomniac

 

Insomniac

 

Sometimes

When I can’t sleep

I feel like

Approximately

Six feet

Of mechanically recovered

Meat

Scraped back over the bones

An alien inside

A human being

Or beans being refried

And refried again

Churning in a thousand stomachs

Blinking out of acid-bath eyes

Shaking as I start to move the pen.

 


 

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