Pajama Party

 

Three ideas intent

on reassuring
one another held
a late pajama party
in my bed

and in my head
last night. Alas,
they couldn’t reach
agreement: nothing
passed the test;

nobody got rest.
I served them
copious equivalents
of cognitively lulling
chamomile tea

and soporific
cocoa-in-a-cup –
but all that did was
make us have to pee –
and keep us up.








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