insomnia

insomnia

130’s early but tick tick it

is tick tick the low glow

over the power

strip and soon

an hour’s gone

by

and something’s

moved though moving

to see what’s

moved

rolling over or into

what choice

is there awake

like this habit

awake

in the way

oil is

awake

olive oil maybe

a stasis

ripe for a while

before going

around the bend rancid

shit end

of the stick rancid

isn’t always handed

off and when it’s not

when

the electricity

rises to the teeth and jaw

if its felt there

and in the tongue

I’m under a spell

and I come

alive

fire alive

thick wick alive

wind in the window alive

hiss lips slick alive

wax drying hot

then cracking