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  • Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

Two Brain Cells at 3am

Her last two brain cells

lay in their bunks

in the dark

awake at 3am.

“I’m a horrible person!” moans Two

from her twisted blankets in the top bunk.

“No, you’re not,” replies One

staring at the cross beams on the underside of the bed.

“Yes, I am!” protests Two

“I thought about yelling at the barista and then hated myself for thinking that and then I imagined everyone glaring at me and then I wanted to vanish into the air and then I thought nobody really wants to be my friend they just pity me and then I beat myself up for playing the victim when some people have it so much worse than me and then I remembered I left the laundry in the washer so it’s probably mildewed and how can I be a good adult if I can’t even do laundry and then -“


One rubs the spots on her nose

where the glasses sit.

“Oh no! I’m sorry!” frets Two

“Don’t apologize, just pause

for a second.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No, gosh! Why are you thinking all this?

It’s 3am!”

“I don’t know, but now that I said it out loud it sounds a little silly.”

“Everything sounds silly between 9pm and 9am.”


“Yes. Now think about happy silly things, and don’t talk to me until after 9am.”

“Okay…Good night.”

“Good night.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”


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