Monsters, and Breaks

I'm tired.

I'm so tired all the time.

I might be young and

You might think a lot of things about Me but the only thing in my mind Right now is

That I need a break.

My thoughts circle like the fan above my head,

Every time the bed rattles I have to tell the monster,

"No, I'm not asleep yet."

And he'll settle back down,

Wondering, no doubt,

Why can't she sleep?

For hours and hours

He waits

Concerned,

While

I think of my

Marginal successes and

Multiple responsibilities

And how I just want to give it all

Up.

Have some fun.

Let go.

Take that

Motherfucking break,

So I won't be tired,

So I finally

Won't be

So

Tired all the time.

Maybe I'll be able to

Stop counting

These task-labeled sheep,

And

The monster

Will

Finally

Get his turn.