Formula for Fun
Bleary eyes chasing after
sleep instead of solutions
to the problems that grid
the board, variables flying
fast past my head: just blurry
streaks where the x
stood still in teasing
taunt; then side-stepped
as I leapt for it, falling
into darkness and fumbling
for a light switch: hidden
in the pattern hidden
in the graph hidden
under everybody else's
hair—I tipped it off
my crown with my
nodding head and now
I'm just too tired
to play tag.