Yawn

 

My horoscope today, not that I check it,

says that I flirt with success all the time.

Funny, I thought that felt more like harassment,

of me.

Besides, I’m too sleep-deprived, even with the nap,

to flirt or harass.

Tonight I devour my feelings,

filling in my excavated, tunneled heart

with shit-filled dirt.

It’s a boring story,

and I yawn again

and will soon be off to bed.