Poetry

Morning exhaustion: Let the madness of the day begin

I am too sleepy to make my coffee

I am too blind to find my dropped contact lens

I am too anesthetized to blow out my hair

I am too freaked out by the swooshing sounds of my heartbeat

I am too uncoordinated to make perfect cheese triangles

I am too numb to reel from the morning news

I am too dispirited to read all the overnight emails

I am too upside down to quickly turn upside right

I am too exhausted to be exhausted

There is but no other recourse

Let the madness of the day begin

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