It’s midnight and I should be sleeping.

Sleeping should be coming.

I’ve got to be out at 7:30 in the morning.

I should be sleeping.

Back in New York.

My body doesn’t want to miss it.

Never wanted to miss a thing.

So I push into midnight and wake up tired.

I ride my bike too far

and come home tired.

I am tired and running again.

Won’t wait because I don’t know how.

In moving there will one day be recognition

or I will die unknown.

I say things like that when I am tired.

Falling apart.

Falling into a better dark.

Sleep sleep sleep.

Back in NY.


About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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