These Hours Poem by Joyce Chelmo

wrapped in a camel colored
sweat-shirt with snaps
the ugliest thing i own
but it’s soft inside
& comforts me when i’m cold

the question is,
why do i feel cold

it’s 4: 00 am & i haven’t
slept a wink
not for lack of trying
i laid wide eyed
every muscle in my body ached
to move

i want to be a good girl
& sleep when 'normal'
people sleep
wake when they do as well

but i’ve failed,
& broken the rules
i’m forever breaking
someone’s rules