Poetry (Day 13): An Early Night

An Early Night

Giggle and Hoot have barely
said “Nighty, night,”
and I am making
my way to bed.

I could just be having
an early night,
or I could be
getting lucky.

Instead, I’ll be lucky
if my head doesn’t explode.
No room for real thoughts.
No room for real poems.
Just aches and pains
and a dream of real sleep
coming at last.

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