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

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