Thursday

I can feel myself retreating

into my own mind while wanting to tell

my friends I love them. I want to do nothing

but lie on the floor holding my kids in my arms

occasionally running off to bed with my husband.

I need to write but want to watch movies, read

a book but my body demands sleep. I want to drink

while sober, take a nap instead of exercise.

I’ll work hard but really want to quit my job,

resist yet surrender. Sparkle and glower. Holler

and whine. I want to run away but stay home.

For Sanaa's prompt in the Garden: OF INSOMNIA AND SLEEP