I locked the door

I locked the door against the stupidity of my children

Their needs and grimaces

Their whines

Why can I not lie in peace with a locked door?

Why do they arouse in me anger frustration pity longing to protect

anxious to provide ideas for how to solve for x

But I am supposed to be napping impervious

With the door locked

and they have not yet begun to throw their bodies against it as they sometimes do

More so i prayed for them loved longed yearned them into being and now ha 

ha its not that i don’t want them—never that—

but if they could pause on wanting only me…

and let me rest,

and let me rest