For how long must I be filled with possibility and nightmare
I awoke and there were no filters for my coffee

I stumbled in the dark, looking for keys, a wallet
I took to the streets for coffee filters,

I walked around the corner to the shop at 6:45 a.m.
they opened at 7, the place was dark,

I took to driving, to the larger, and always open market I went

Back home, I turned on the lights and looked at them carefully,
there were words on the tiny bulbs
they read "decaff"

life sets off alarms all day
in which sleep and dreams try and defuse

we forget the things that
keep us awake
and live, and live, and live
we dream