this happens
when hours of sleep
are eroded with compulsion
morning alarms ignored
gadgets forgotten
doors left unlatched
then blown open

while I was at work
something got in
shit on the carpet
my heel sank in
as I walked to the sofa
holding my bowl of chilli

wasn’t one of my creatures—
maybe a stray
maybe it’s still in there

things like this happen
when sleep is sandblasted
with a fury
plane tickets
tax returns
and the searching
for a better product
to smooth the frizz
the wrinkles
the nerves

like in that video
or in that video
or maybe the next one

she makes him suffer
but it comes out as a twisted laugh
and a fuck you I fucking hate you
as he jizzes all over his stomach
but she just won’t stop
she just won’t stop