I can’t sleep again tonight.
I close my eyes, roll over, but all I can feel
Is the burning sensation of acid
In my throat.
My chest is on fire.
Thanks, chicken parmesan
With way too much tomato sauce.
I can’t complain—it was the first ‘outside food’
I had eaten in 84 days.
Thanks, gastroesophageal reflux disease—
A mild inconvenience at best,
A hindrance to sleep at worst.
My body slowly rises, blindly grasping for my phone and earbuds.
70s soft rock calls my name,
And I close my eyes once again.
Though the burning in my heart shifts
To reasons unrelated to acid
As I think about recent news,
I begin to count my blessings.
My chest is on fire, but I can breathe.