Hypersomnia
My coworkers all have insomnia
They don't remember what it’s like to dream
I think they despise my struggle
To keep both feet in reality
One stands next to me
Drinking his Rockstar like its beer
Watching cheese bubbling in the black ovens
I feel something is coming
The tile beneath our feet
Is cracking
And the sushi lanterns next door
Are swaying
The Middle Eastern
Sings in his native tongue
While he sweeps up
The flour I pretend is fairy dust
The manager blows smoke out back
Listening to notes of a long, hard life
Echo through the parlor
Like a battle cry