late nite writings

i try to sleep
in the middle of the night i wake up and type and delete and retype the same intentional words
and tomorrow diabetes will still give me another sleepless night.
another night of fresh air without relieve.
type the words that are not coming through.

i try to breathe the impossible

it is the tension in my fingers that keeps me awake
the tightness in my chest that makes me worry that my first love will die in prison its every time i close my eyes i wonder where i'm going.
its the empty stomach i try to feed love poems but love poems are not enough