I’ve been waking up exhausted

My

Skin

Clings to me

Stretch taut like a mask

Anticipating its departure

Unraveling, rolling away

a nervous twitch

I hear frogs singing outside my window

in the parking lot

Clicking, clacking

They call to me

But I’m too tired to rise

And too shy to fulfill my in-gorged swollen body

The hour nears when I will have no choice

Bursting forth from my time spun leotard

Raw and exposed