most days i wish i
wasn’t so tired
like my body didn’t seep
into the bones of the mattress
or the blades of the
summer grass beneath me
my four o’clock nap when i get home
is followed by three hours of wasted time
two hours of genuine sleep
and one restless body
one where the mind never sleeps
and the dreams are never remembered
i only hope that my memory stays
and my dreams start to stick
at least for a little while longer