Cup of Exhaustion

My body drips into exhaustion

and I can only pour myself 

into so many caffeinated dreams

before I am wired spark ambivalence.

Arms and legs jump and shimmy 

in time with a rapid heart beat, and I call it dancing.

I sway to the rhythm of current events

and try to stomp out every single sound.

The day is a collection of words

and everyone is an extended dictionary

of opinions and thoughts, which collect

letter by letter on my back and weigh me

into slouch forward frustration.

And at the end of the day,

grief tendrils and loneliness waltzes

between my open fingers

as I pour myself one more cup of coffee.


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