i Can't Sleep at All

i'm Having a lot of Trouble Sleeping

i Can’t sleep Ma, i can’t Sleep one Wink. you Worried about The past or worried About the Future? mostly the former but a bit of the Latter. there ain’t nothing You can do about that, besides ask Jesus to remove those Thoughts from your head. I been asking, i Been asking. well then, That’s all you can Do. settle Down now. stop Moving all Around.

did I tell you about that Writer, ma? which one, the one That is too Skinny or the one that is Too fat? neither, the one that Is kind of In between. hmm. Not sure I know Her. you do, ma, you Do. you met her at that Cocktail party. the real Fancy one? with the Little wieners with the Dipping sauce? yeah, There. she was the One walking around, telling everyone that She was going to be a Writer, world Famous, in all the Big magazines, if she Could just think Of something to Write about. she Said nothing Interesting ever happened To her, so that there was Nothing for her to say. hmmmm. yeah. But did you Hear what happened? No, what Happened. i guess she had Some stalker, or some Guy that was mad Obsessed with her or Whatever. real big Crush but took it Way too far. that Type of thing. he said I gotta Give her something to write About, i Gotta Give my baby Something to write about. real Delusional. so he was Trying to figure it out, how to, you know, Like inspire her. hmmmm. He decided that the best way was to shoot her, but not Kill her or harm her that Severely, just to Give her something life Altering to put in Her little stories. she’s Gonna be in the New Yorker, my Baby is going to be in the Paris REVIEW. that’s what he Was telling Everybody. so he got it All planned out. He knew she went to the same Coffee shop every Morning so last Tuesday he just walked by and Shot her in the foot with a .22 real Casual. obviously it was a Big Scene. he was on The run for like 2 days. he Knew he was going to Get caught but he didn’t care. my baby Gonna be a star, my Baby gonna be a Best Seller. that’s what he Said when they caught him. the Writer told the police she’d never Seen him before in her life besides that time He shot her in Her little foot with the .22. she Picked him out of a line Up real quick. Could never Forget those eyes, that’s What she said. hmmm. so Did it Work? did What work? can she Write now? oh. No, she said she’s Far too Traumatized to write now.

i really Can’t sleep, ma. i Know, I know. just Close your eyes. stop Your tossing and your Turning. what is Supposed to Happen will Happen eventually whether you Like it or Not.