Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal on the Other Side of the
The Cure for Insomnia
I could not get to sleep.
I thought of heading to
the cemetery to recite
workshop poetry to the dead.
I figured this would do
the trick. But I decided better,
made friends with my
insomnia until I woke up
late in the morning in
my own sofa. Why make
things worse? I'm sure
the dead do not care for
workshop poems, nor did I want to
wake up on top of their graves.
© Copyright Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal 2007