I’m yawning the moment I sit down
even though I’m there to listen to sleep –
or how to get there, or to leave there.
It’s one or the other with me.
The hands clutch tight or not at all.
In Nod, they’re as fickle as fame, apparently.
It’s like trying to get excited for a school trip you don’t want to go on
while at the same time
watching everyone else go off to Disney
and find your feet stuck to the floor.
You mustn’t go during the day, they warn
as my mind skips away from my body.