Insomnia

Incapacity
(drip drip drip drip)
to sleep, perchance to
not tossandturn
(a cat runs down the hall and back again)
The most pleasant nightmare
I have ever had of you:
a day of mild bickering
before the explosions
before the tears
(my eyes are so dry
they weep and water
but I am not crying
no)
I flip over,
my leg aches,
I flip over again;
cold sweat trickles
(drip drip drip drip)
between my shoulders
between my hips
and it is entirely too hot
to use the blanket
and the sheet
weighs me down
lest I float away
propelling myself upwards
with each toss
with each turn
(the phone is on silent
because no one calls)
A cat lands on the bed,
nestles on me
and purrs
so I drift sleepward again
until the lack of warmth
announces her departure
and I flip over
to heat the cool
(a child is crying downstairs
why does no one listen to the little child)
but my leg aches
and I flip back,
itchy with dried sweat
or sheets compacted into wrinkles
I turn again, pull them straight
kick out the feet,
heels hardscrabble against daylight
peering through the window
(a cat toys with the curtain,
the blinds flashing sun at me)
(drip drip drip drip)
If I sleep all day
If I am awake all night
and I sleep all day
how long until I
flip back
adjust again
Too cool without the blanket;
the sheet barely exists,
a plastic layer of air
Too hot with the blanket;
the sheet is a stone, shale;
my pillows are made of broken glass
and my bed is made of thorns and gravel
(I have to pee)
(don't, just ignore it)
(no, get up, come back)
(drip drip drip drip)
Perhaps
if I could repair
the faucet
I might be able
to sleep
one day