“On a good morning I’ve slept intermittently in two-hour stints. On others, like last night and the last two, I answer to the blue glow of my equally sleepless tribe while I nibble on the remnants of the day, living a recurring nightmare of self-cannibalism. Needless to say, morning by morning, I am consumed.”
Lighter fare with a sense of humor . . .
“Dehydrated and short on sugar
wounds already healed
and calloused over with
no need of
first or
lemon aid
she
returned the lemon
to its puss
POW!”