yay insomnia

[bokononon]

weird dreams last night.

i love coffee.
some writing this morning.

i could tell you so many things -
all the useless seductive trivia i
have stored like canned goods
for crisis moments like these
instead i
hug my knees
fix my skirt and
smile like some
dime-store ceramic virgin mary
all calmness closed lips and pure intentions
witticisms caught somewhere
between pantry and molars
become
the Amazing Plastic Woman
when you stare at me like that