I have Restless Leg Syndrome. It used to wreak havoc on my life until I took a sleep study and figured shit out. I was prescribed Mirapex and...
push off what seemed safe: The fishing dock,
pitch pines, children glazed to sheen
by ruthless summers. Past
the jetty, past the past, to open sea—
all violet and green, that choppy path between doom and luck—
Put your back into it, and row.
-April Bernard, from Romanticism