I am too … too something to sleep.
I kick off the covers.
I hurl my sock monkey, Ketchup,
across the room.
I toss and I turn.
In the morning my head hurts.
My stomach hurts.
I tell Mom I’m not going to school.
Mom calls me out sick.
She calls herself out
from work.
All day
we stay in our pajamas.
With the shades down.
This is true.
