the human rotisserie chicken

there are nights

when

you can't get to sleep.

you roll over

and over

and over again. 

you are a rotisserie

chicken

never falling completely 

out of it

in your warm bed.

you turn

over the pillows

looking for

cool relief, you

adjust the sheet

the blanket.

you peek at the clock.

you reach

for your phone and

scroll through

nine videos on making

keto cheesecake,

then peruse belly

dancers in Greece,

then one

on the best non-crimping

garden hose,

one that never leaks.

around 3 a.m.

you drift off.

then light comes.