Kind of Tired

That kind of tired where
Everything feels
Wavy
Heat shimmer above hot pavement

That kind of tired
Where you stagger and toddle and drop things
Your eyes blink on
Independent circuits
Breathing and swallowing
Are a chore

That kind of tired
Where you don’t remember
Driving home this evening
Or most of the day’s events
And there cease to be
Individual days
Only one long, merciless one

That kind of tired where
Waking up feels like
Being yanked from some
Event horizon into
The black hole of weekday morning

That kind of tired where
You would pray to
Gods you don’t even believe in
Just for another hour of sleep

That kind of tired
I live through every day
12-4-2016

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