Desperate Measures

Six twelve AM
and I’m feeling low
after I wash the dishes
and shrug. I have been up
for two hours and I shrug.
What kind of energy
should I feel at six fourteen AM
with a stroke and lack of a prayer
for speedy redemption
after it’s done? Six thirty;
I’ve been up
for two and one half hours now.
I’m desperate for a potion
or anything, really, that will
allow me a glad shrug.
I am desperate to shrug it off.
I am desperate to be spared
from anything coming up.

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onward,
T