caffeine poetry

i

drank

waytoomuch 

coffee today.

...

!

i have orange pop 

instead of blood

coursing through my veins

and rubber bands 

instead of bones

i'm afraid one will 

SNAP!

and start a chain reaction.

i will lay on the floor, a limp, lifeless, rag doll.

barclay will have to scoop me off the floor with a spatula

and pour me into bed.

and maybe tomorrow, i will feel better.