He Naps

I sprint
across the house
to wash
my face and clothes
to fold
some towels and dough
to scrub
a dish and wall
to make
dinner and calls
to brush
my hair and teeth
to search
for a job and keys
to throw
out trash and cats
to change
the channel and pants
to down
a pill and a mint
to breathe
the next moment
he wakes.
I ready milk
and wait
for him to sleep
again.