It's 3 a.m.
and I don't even know why
i'm writing
Staring at a screen
all day, detatched
I guess I just need.
Need.
Attention, connection,
extension, pretension,
other words that rhyme...
It's 3 a.m.
Can you tell I
need you?
Couldn't make up my fucking
mind today.
Never know what to say.
I love you, but why
do you insist on
writing me sonnets?
Mable, at the gas station,
lights me a cigarette.
Maybe the cold Wisconsin air
will do me good.
Eyes heavy, neck sore.
Doubt I'll fall sound asleep
But anything is better than
this 3 a.m. limbo.
Not quite awake,
not yet asleep.
Not quite alive,
not yet dead.
Fall upon my bed.
*copyright 2000
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on It's 3 a.m.