Five thirty and I can’t sleep.
It’ll be dawning soon.
Took a melatonin softgel cap.
Thoughts tumble one another
                   like dominoes:
my job
my deadline
my poor lonely mother
whom I never call
and the softgell doesn’t work, the quilt feels hot.
I turn it all over
but to no avail.
A tram has rattled on the rails, It’s six now.

The alarm will ring in two hours,
I haven’t slept since four.