18: I sit down now...

I sit down now
to write
Again
It's 10:55
For the past two hours
I've laid on the cold, carpeted floor
of the smaller little's room
while he tosses
and
turns
"My ears hurt," he cries
waiting for sleep
I'm convinced
for me
it would come
like lights
at the flip of a switch
I think about
packing four people for a weekend away
walking out the door in the morning by 7:30
finishing the laundry until it's stacked like sorted coins
writing
not writing
sleeping
not sleeping
Easter clothes
coaching teachers
I sit down now
to write

Write on,
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