Tag Archives: tired

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!