My brain hums with static,
crowding out coherence
setting off smoke alarms
just as the fires fizzle out.
We’re no longer primitive.
We don’t need constant fight or flight.
But let my life be so simple, please—
let me follow the same pattern each day
let me only take care of my basic needs
let me hibernate.
I unkink my neurons for the night,
exhaustion clouding over the worries.
I stabilize so my body remembers
it is an organism
requiring
sleep.
