there’s an IV stuck in my arm
sugar water dripping down
and a little sedative injected in,
the sleepy apathy is always.
the sludge of other concerns
trudges along in my veins
there’s an incessant beeping
and banging on the side
but I ignore it willfully
sleep is easy
pow, pow, pow.
I sit up groggy,
this is better
it’s uncomfortable,
this is better.