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I am beyond dog tired.

Now, somewhere between

exhaustion and comatose,

I sleep walk through the front door.

It’s 10:13 in the marginal morning

and I haven’t slept for two days.

Existing on black coffee and Red Bull,

Red Bull, black coffee

and more black coffee,

I am a loose ground wire.

In the cluttered bed room,

I struggle to pull the shades

and trip undressing.

Tossing the bed cover back,

I lie down with such bone weariness

that I can feel the marrow surge

while I wait for the quiet

to wash over me.