Sleep Heresy




Here, my ears ring uncontrollably.

I am not sure if it is the electricity

or the avarice of my mind waking up

to the fact: another day, get used to it.

How I crave sleep, how embarrassed

I am when at last I don’t turn off the TV

so sleep isn’t exactly what it is that comes,

more like a moth on a curtain

waiting to get out, hoping.