Sometimes I wish I knew how to sleep,
truly and without help or hesitation.
A deep sleep, all by itself, and at the right time of day.
No falling asleep at
four in the morning,
four in the afternoon.
Sleeping more than every other day.
Sleeping less than the hibernating bear.

Sometimes I wish I could truly eat.
Eat food without getting sick,
eat whenever I was hungry,
getting hungry more than every other day
but less than my three hundred pound father always was.
Eat more than just snacks to quell an irritating itching
deep in my stomach.
Eat a meal other than macaroni and cheese or McDonalds.

Sometimes I wish I could truly pay attention,
have a conversation looking at someone elses face
instead of out the window, counting the cars that drive by.
Sometimes I wish I knew what was going on around me
other than how many lights there are on the ceiling
and how many desks in the room.
To know what my friends are wearing, or to remember their voices.

Sometimes I wish there was more to my life than futile wishes
for small changes.
Sometimes I wish I didn't rely so heavily on a doctors intervention.
Sometimes I wish I had fewer wishes, and more action.

Sometimes.

Others, I don't mind my little quirks.
After all, I'll die one day.
Live it up while I can.