prose poeming (after another insomniac night)

last night was an awful night of sleep, waking up for every reason under the sun except not being tired: needing a snack, needing to change the a/c (twice), needing to rub some lotion on my feet (?). I kept thinking I should write it out, but then figured if I could just get back to sleep, I'd be able to stay that way, then woke up again to pee, then poo, then pee again. over and over, waking up for no good reason at all except that sleeping more than fifteen minutes in a row seemed to be something that would never happen. and then finally after dawn, I slept. too little, too late, but I slept.

insomnia isn't for the weak.