“mm… Charles Manson”
I reply,
she hopes I’m joking
tells me to turn it down
so as not to wake the neighbors.

She sees in forn tof my computer,
open jar of Skippy peanut butter,
uncapped Old Spice deodorant
“you’re sitting up here til all hours of night eating peanut butter and deodorant!”

“I wasn’t eating the peanut butter.”

“You need to go to sleep. You’re getting yourself into a weird pattern and you don’t know it.”

“Yes I do.”

“You don’t even know what time of day it is!”

“I know it’s late. That doesn’t mean I’m sleepy.”

“You’re dropping out of civilization!”

“I just don’t like the morning
as much as the night;
it’s too bright.”