FIVE MORE MINUTES. THEN, REVOLUTION!
Sleep, the first longing thought springs forth
and then I think how typical
Not just of 5 AM which you could call my moment
but THIS moment in our capitalist dystopia
this WHOLE moment with all its psychotic priorities
Only the quarantined are sick of sleep
Everybody else is just as tired
Just as broke
Just as essential as they were when The Onion was still funny
Just as broken as they were before Teen Vogue was a comrade.
Just as tired. Just as broke. Just as essential.
Just as broken. If not, more.
Oh, but how is Jeff Bezos doing? Cool, cool.
How can I sleep when I’m shaking.
How can I shake if I don’t know why.
Am I afraid? Am I angry?
Am I going to rise up now? Or
will I hide under the covers again,
and if I know that about myself
how can I even look you in the eye and say
“I need more sleep” ?