I’m eat up with it.
Anxiety and heartburn mostly. 
I’m wide awake to worry,
crunching up Tums at two am 
and quietly convincing myself
it’s probably not a cardiac event. 
I fell asleep with the windows wide open 
and the mosquitoes have gotten in. 
I fell asleep on a pile of clean laundry
I couldn’t find the strength to fold.
I fell asleep with a poem on my mind
that morphed into a nightmare 
and bit my nails mid-slumber
till the beds bled and my fingers settled sore. 
At least the mosquitoes avoid me. 
I’d about bet my insides tastes nervous.