miniscule proceedings
by t. zoEy benally

something is caught
invisible raspberry seed
or maybe toasted corn shell
a persistent particle
evades lassos of floss
impervious to plastic toothbrush bristles
Sisyphean fluoride impregnated paste
and impotent wash of Listerine
do nothing to dislodge
this immense boulder
from the grinding surfaces
of my tooth? teeth?
pea piled under mattresses
combined with the luminous
moon disk
drive me to brinks
of insomnia.

1 comment:

Chris said...

Zoey, I can sure relate to your poem. I was battling insomnia for along time . . . doing better now, but I understand what it means to look at the clock at 2 a.m. and think of the hours until dawn. One might as well write a poem at that point.