The head is a separate unit today.
Not the thought center
– just the head, the big pulsing thing
that the ears carry around.
It’s been hurting lately,
probably because sleep hasn’t been working out right.

Maybe because of these poetical assignments you’ve been given.
These poetical assignments
that nobody cares about
nobody requires
nobody needs
and nobody
will care
if you
fuck
off
&
stop.

Maybe that’s the cause of the pulsing.
Still, there’s more to write tonight
and I have miles to go
before my roads diverge
tonight
between tossing and turning
or something else again.

Maybe I could take a pill
or drink my recommended daily amount of water.