Abreast of Night

I remember dreaming I was waking up.
So it’s this bedroom, I thought,
the one with all the tiny chisels
going day and night.
I’d better see who’s outside,
who that is making all that racket.
My eyes struggled
but would not open all the way.

I dreamt I fell asleep again
and was struggling to stay awake.
I failed and
woke up over the kitchen
in a  bathtub
full of unredeemed nasal discharge.
I hope there aren’t too many
insects in here, I remember thinking.

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