thanks to technology we
can now measure ourselves
even while asleep as if
it were not enough to
quantify everything else all day.
speed limits, meeting times, calls,
dollars, cents, pounds, miles. starts &
stops.
quality. quantity. breathing.
heart rate. hours of REM, deep, wake.
my wearable monitors my movements
and minutes and sorts them
as a coin counter does
loose change. in the morning i get
a score between a hundred &
zero.
occasionally it’s in the nineties, if i check
all the right boxes, the length and depth and
appropriateness of it all. a hundred is
not possible, i am told. i wonder, though
what heights of rest i might achieve
if i were to lie perfectly still, my heart rate
at zero, the hours both infinite &
finished.
what is it to be tired
except the need to always
count