Death by Insomnia
On the sidewalk: latex gloves
covered with blood. In the street:
a (one-armed) construction worker?
I am a fat happy lunatic
being eaten by shadows.
Two are my own, but they
have shadows themselves & in the end
I am exponentially outnumbered.
Blinking lights distract me.
I stop in the middle of the street,
block the way of the police,
am a danger to society.
This is what I would like to do, I think,
after college: walk purposelessly.
You meet the greatest people,
even if the conversations
are only in your head.