"And this is it."
by Ellena Kilgallon
Beep
Beep
Beeping in my dreams.
Waking me hours before
even the birds outside
would deem appropriate.
It's no use trying to sleep
After you've stood in your fuzzy green socks
On a swiveling chair
Jabbing at the ceiling with a broomstick.
I toss and exhale outraged breaths
But one, two, three hours pass.
Then I realize
These are the quietest hours
I've had for days, maybe weeks.
So why not write a poem
By the red and green lights
Flashing above my head.
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