Last night my eyes were glued to the lids with wishful thinking A weak adhesive My sleep never got to me, not even at 3:08am Not at 5:26am The sticky residue crawled to my shoulders, Forced them flat. Desperately pushed them down What a weak adhesive. If it gets on my face On my nose and mouth, My lips would turn dry from the sticky glue I could only get up Grab a glass of nighttime water Maybe I could wash off the residue Maybe then I can reapply another wishful hope Maybe I would try again to sleep tonight At 6:43am