insomnia

not thinking thoughts that right
not sleeping well at night

like smoke

dissipating


daytime comes slow and cruel
too bright and too loud

when words rasp skin like knives
when moments stretch uncomfortably long

focus on the small and manageable

things like nails and hair
skin and smile
the taste of this and the touch of that
stimuli

and waiting for the night

waiting for the moment when

winding down

letting go

making sense

feeling you and knowing this

all becomes...

but not now
not recently
no


feel the beat move beyond
and now
wait for sleep and summer