This may or may not have been under the influence of a shared margarita pitcher.

I have to read poetry before I go to sleep every night.
Otherwise, I just lay there thinking like a lunatic.
I start building mental blue prints of how i'll be different the next day & so on.
Which is great, except I start getting overwhelmed with;
my inevitable fuck ups,
the faces that are miles away,
all the school work I haven't done,
bills, letters I haven't sent, things i haven't said,
"what the fuck am I doing?".
So, I read some Dorianne Laux until i'm asleep.