It’s tomorrow already. I’m still awake, going to bed is and has been overrated since the 17th century. I’ve drank, twice my weight in tea, in thinking of better days. I’m still awake, my hairs are flayed in all sorts of greasy, mystical, maniacal directions of stress and late. I’m past care and before sleep. I’m still awake.
It’s today now and I’m still awake, and I’m going to thank everyone for each day. Thanks, thanks for calling and thanks for smiling and thank you for carrying my groceries to my car. Thanks for writing back, thanks for turning down the radio, thank you. Thank you for doing my laundry, for retaining my sanity, for the gift card and the get-well. Thanks for turning the heat on. Thanks for liking my eyes, thanks for running up the bill, and thank you, thank you for changing the toilet paper roll.
I thank you for each day, for this day we didn’t talk, and that day that I took the time to walk around the block and see, the folks I don’t usually see. Thanks for the .41 between my car seat, thanks for the extra cup with my tea, thanks for staying put. Thanks for the trash, and taking out the trash, and making me feel like trash. Thank you, and you, and you. Thanks for wiping your feet. Thank you for taking the time, and the space to realize that I’m waiting…still.
Everyone, thanks. I’m still awake.
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