SLEEP DISORDER

I am sleeping a lot now.

I am sleeping in the middle of the afternoon.

I never used to do that.

I was awake thinking something would happen

and nothing ever did. I was young and curious.

I am less curious now. far less curious.

I don’t want to know about planets.

I don’t want to know about reincarnation.

I don’t want to know about

the genetic drift of invertebrates.

I don’t want to know about protons

smashing into protons

and the world swallowed up in a black hole.

I don’t want to know about plutonium implosion.

I don’t want to know about molecular gastronomy.

I don’t want to know about sequential move puzzles.

I don’t want to know about petrol direct-injection.

I don’t want to know about machines

that turn off for no reason at all

to the amazement of geniuses at MIT.

there are things I do not understand

and will never understand

and I am thankful.

there is too much to understand

and then immediately forget.

I am a useless machine that forgets everything.

I sleep a lot now in the middle of the afternoon.

I wake up and I cannot remember the name

of my first wife or the dog I had as a child.

I wake up and every time I do

there is something I cannot remember.

I will be completely empty soon.

I will be in a home and a robot will feed me

and the robot will look exactly like Bella Hadid

and I will not know who Bella Hadid is.

I will chew slowly and the most beautiful

robot in the world will wipe my chin

and sing Sleep, My Little Prince, Sleep

in German and I will sleep again

and one day I will not wake up.