GROGGY
by Jesscia DePue

I am so tired
My desk looks comfortable
I want to climb on it, already asleep
Behind an alert projection
I am jacked, have been since I woke up
Two hours ago which was
Three hours after hitting the hay
Teaches me a thing or two
About Monday morning's
Nonexistent mercy
For those content
To extend our weekend well past 11:59pm
Sunday evening, my god
Straight men in lavender button ups
Beneath flourescent lighting
Do not settle well with me right now
Nor does the smile on my boss's face
Conveying his genuine enthusiam
That a new week is here, please
Spare me such thrill as I smile back
Conveying my fake enthusiasm
That I am here at all
Instead of curled up in a warm spot
Between cool sheets I am
Sorting through files at 8:00am
Drinking bad coffee to distract
My lethargic desire for any variety
Of comotose options excluding
The one of priming myself for another forty
Hours in this productively boring
Confinement which pays me barely
Enough to party too late and
Never enough to relax
Without counting black sheep
Not six hours ago I was dancing
It was sufficiently distracting
Kept me going longer than I should
Sleep or no sleep, I really must
Pace myself, pause and question
How the fuck I do it