Overslept
Awake to the birds singing
A distant siren reminds me
A previous life

I watch two squirrels
Making love in the rain
My breakfast two cookies
And a cup of coffee
Another day of failed media fasting
Another day listening
To the human screams

Is it still called oversleeping
If there no reason to be awake
This is not a reference to suicide
I hear distant thunder
Light rain on the patio awning
I leave the kitchen door open
It’s like a giant speaker
Between the outside world
Sometimes I like getting cold
Like getting warm in reverse
Sometimes the screaming
Sounds like singing

I knew there was a reason I overslept