I don’t want to sleep.

I want to lay down bricks

and stones beginning

here under the table

down across the yard

into the sea.

I don’t want to sleep.

I want to drink coffee

write things down

hang them on the empty

fridge. I have some post-it

notes for the mirror too.

I don’t want to sleep.

I should go stand on the corner

where the tourists wait

for the light to change

and tell them that people

are in need of help

that animals

are dying from our lives.

Kyle Kimberlin

3/22/04