Raindrops look so big on the mushrooms
In my yard
Eyes are strained from the night before 
I’ve been trying to exhaust myself lately
So my mind doesn’t run
Paint falls from the glass spaghetti jar by my easel
It’s dried
Stacks of cardboard have been building
Frames being taken apart
Prints being covered with a fresh new start
There are flower seeds on the kitchen table
That still need to be planted
And I still want a tomato plant to name “Harry Styles”
But right now
I’m going to sleep
Under my watercolor dog quilt we bought from Walmart
Right now 
I’m going to force my head to stop jumping rope
And just try to conk out