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?
“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.”
“Love you too.”