Midnight Sonnet

Midnight.
I could sleep but I’m not.
My room is as big as Salt Lake county,
and as stagnant as the Great Salt Lake.

Is there anyone out there
other than brine shrimp and mosquitos?
Anyone who speaks English or German
or simple chinese. Anyone?

No more things please.
If it can’t talk, I don’t care.
If it doesn’t feel, I don’t care.
If it can’t stay the night, every night

I will stay here, stuck at midnight.
Not sleeping, and I’m afraid, not awake either.

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