I am tired, so tired that my eyes stare blankly as the volcano erupts,

and the pot boils over spilling onto my naked feet

too tired to move or curl up on the sofa

or watch mind numbing news

my limbs are flat weights

smooth magnets pulling me to the ground

I want to be awake

Like the bacon sizzling in the pan

and the heavy branch swaying in the breeze

or the cut on my lower lip oozing without thought

But I am tired, oh so tired

the sirens are like lullabies quieting the the noise

closing the wounds

shutting my eyes

suffocating the chatter, the endless chatter

that occupies my mind

the barrage of stranger’s faces

seeping into my skull

taunting the firefly

and the pool of still water beneath me.