"C'mon, you know your tired."
"But I can't."
"You know, if you don't go to sleep now, you'll end up staying up past three and waking up at two-thirty, though you won't ever really wake up, you'll spend the other ten hours in a daze and-"
"I just can't. Oh there's so much to do, so much to do.."
"Like what?"
".... I don't know yet."

I was walking and my shadow caught my attention. I liked the way it made my legs look, all trim and healthy, but it left every part of my body that was above the waste horrifically disfigured. I wondered if I twisted myself a certain way and waited long enough for the sun to cast my shadow at a more desirable angle, if I could look completely perfect. Of course, I could just wait for the sun to burn out.

I have a scab on my lip
that I think used to be a zit
but I picked at it too much.
It bothers me enough
to keep picking at it
and if I pick at it enough
it peels away
but the air stings my flesh.
I poke and nudge the exposed skin
until the stinging goes away
or I find a better excuse of my time.