afternoon of no nap ~ poem 105

Came home from teaching class, couldn’t tell which was worse: hungry or tired. I lay on my bed, tossing and turning, eyes wide open

tired / Poem #29

after meeting Julie at Joseph Beth after feeding dogs, after 30 Rock, a Facebook here, a Twitter there, nodding off on the couch.

Poem #17

Why am I not allowed to be tired? Is this delusion from being strong first born or incorrect ego!