Paintbox

Slept on a textbook

Last night I slept on a textbook,
It's pages were strangely comfortable
As my head hit the cardboard crook.

I dreamt of numbers and theories,
The symbols buzzing around my brain like bees.

Phantom writing as I fell,
Into the dark Abyss of unconsciousness,
Recording case studies in gel.

My eyes followed the page through my eyelids,
Frantically trying to absorb the information through my irises
Because sleep doesn't get you to sit
Exams that text your memory not your understanding.

Knees that quake involuntarily,
I must look mad
But nerves are what I live and breathe,
Stress is what makes my bones, muscles, capillaries.

Last night I slept on a textbook,
But the page didn't seep into my brain,
Like spilt ink the words aren't tattooed on my eyelids.
Maybe if I take another look....

5.3.16