No Rest

You know,

I can't take naps.

I just can't. I wake up

sweating in a panic.

Angry and confused.

Never anything that resembles

rested.

I told my friend once that

I heard President Taft used

to take fifteen minute

naps everyday. I said that

If I were him I—

I would wake up and press

the little red button under my desk

that blows up the world. He

said, "Man, you've gotta pull yourself

the fuck together.

You're starting to scare us."