Welcome Insomnia
My eyelids won’t dare get heavy anymore
And my bladder has lost all of its muscles
Which means that I’ve lost all of my dignity
My body has become emaciated over
Time, my knuckles are bones turned soft
My fingers used to be decorated,
pretty trinkets and gold loops that Daddy gave me
They fit on my wrists now
No one will buy them
Days under the sun when my head
boils on the inside
I gathered enough sense to
Trade--a ring, my bracelet—-take it
pour some water into my hands
Lay something cold and soft, raw meat
on my forehead for just a few seconds
So I can ask myself what I am thinking, if I am
thinking,