Poem #123 of 365

I've been so tired that I cannot
manage my mouth at the
brim of nightfall.

At the front desk, at the library,
I told Dana she could go up to
check the 4th floor while I
stayed available to help some
students "troubleshit".

I could see her doubling over
in the hallway, laughing her
head off while my hand was
slapped over my mouth in
disbelief.

Normally, I can self-censor
pretty well on the clock, but
tonight I just couldn't fucking
manage to keep my shit together.

Godammit, I need some sleep.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez