It's Still Life

Awake

I’m counting sheep
black as pitch,
and stars on midnight blue,
and I count
my bony fingers
and chubby toes,
while I ignore my
creaking knees. They
bitch like angry squirrels
whenever I move,
whenever I sigh,
and whenever
I hear you snore,
I can’t ignore those
sounds that keep me awake
as the world chirps
all night long.

Miz Quickly “Sleepless” Repetition. Photo by Andre Benz on Unsplash.