Brain: WE’RE UP!
Body: What? No. We’re exhausted.
Brain: There’s a war on, soldier. Rise and shine.
Body: [Looks at elapsed time on CPAP.] We’ve only had six hours sleep. Deeply, physically exhausted. Can’t stop yawning..
Brain: We have to write this down.
Body: [Deep, jaw-cracking yawn. Another.]
Brain: RFK, Jr. wants to put people on psych meds in re-education camps where we’ll be forced to grow our own food and be “re-parented.” That’s some Pol Pot-level shit.
Body: I think I preferred the disturbing Technicolor anxiety nightmares. At least we were asleep.
Brain. Up, up. We need coffee.
Body: [Exhaustion like a deep ache. Sits up anyway. Knows he won’t let us go back to sleep. Takes 40mg Prozac and a quarter Delta 8 gummy.] Maybe this will help. We can always take a nap later.
Brain: We must make coffee and write this down.
Body: [Knocks glasses on floor grabbing for them. Stubs toe reaching for slides. Stand up. Deep yawn again.] Gotta pee first.
Brain: I have a great idea.
Body: Of course you do.
AWAKE
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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