Q And A Poem by Jake Kraweckyj

Why can't I sleep?
Is it that lapsed bleeping? (o.....o.......o...o.....o)
Am I worried about my lessons?
Is uni crushing me with its wet paper fist?

Is it my pale complexion?
Is it the bacteria gnawing my throat?
Why am I annoyed at it when it wants an existence like I do?

It's nearly two a.m.
Was I always this uncertain? // Will I hate what I want if I get it?


Am I too warm? Cold? chasing the moon?