It is hot.
I am itchy.
I am alone
in this pit I call home
wondering how I’ll get through
this night.

I have somewhere to go tomorrow
and there is no sleep to be had
in this bed.

Please Jesus, or Lucifer,
or Silly Rabbit,
if you let me sleep
let me rest
Let me get out of my own head
let me escape black thoughts
until darkness goes.
Do this
and I will
I will think of something
to be able to offer you.
Currently, my brain isn’t working right.
I can’t come up with something.
But with half a night’s sleep,
Silly Rabbit,
I’ll turn you Trix like you wouldn’t believe!

I need to rest.
I need to get comfortable.
Maybe if
maybe if I drop some ice cubes
under the sheets
things will get better.
Maybe I can sleep on the roof
if I can get past
the crawly things on the stairs.

Perhaps
Perhaps I can just will myself to sleep.
Wouldn’t it be funny if that worked?
I could have done that HOURS ago.
Ha.
Ha ha ha.

Oh, Silly Rabbi,
help me!