sleep deprivation tanka

any quintuplets?
another colloquium?
bring scissors and fluff.
gnu stiffeners and goatherds—
it’s a party, tape your fall.

What I’m Reading:

I wasn’t used to being a confused person, but that was how life was. Sometimes the events of the world were clear, and at other times they rearranged themselves in such a way that nothing made sense, and even if they did make sense to other people, they made no discernible sense to you. Either that, or I was jet-lagged, which was another possible explanation.

— Maya Binyam / Hangman