Yet, after last night
There is apprehension
Or better to say tension
Tension between my night body
And my day body
Already today I feel better
Yet how to explain the desperation
Of the nighttime
Surrealist poetry, tied
Intrinsically to the sciatica
Titles of poems which prohibit
Any further reading
Aches throughout the body
Which defeat any challenge
Before the thought has progressed
Already today the fear begins
That this thing which I call sciatica
Will rob me of my sleep should it return
Already I am thinking of titles for poems
Such that when the time comes
I will be ready to strike first
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