in an effort to pay closer attention to my body

I eat lots and lots of mushrooms.

And read lots and lots of books on urbanization, forget that I need sleep, miss class, is late for class, and stumble half-haphazardly into Student Affairs with clouds in my eyes.

Shakira helps.

This weekend, I am going to lock myself in the library, browse through about ten different poetry books, book an appointment with El Centro library at Hunter, read up on women in the Young Lords, read the entirety of The Country and the City, write a long poem. As usual, all work and no play. Well, maybe a little play. But just a little.

Everyday, a little more coffee, a little less sleep.

This is not good for my body.