in the middle of the night.
You see it as it sees itself,
sizing you up.
You have allergies
(perhaps to dog, who
sneezes as you sneeze).
The difficult bill seizes up
in the middle of the night
—everything’s so offline.
You check your register as
the bloodclot eases up on itself
(as it dissipates as)
This dream ceases
(for better or worse).
Around this time
night cessation is
a sensation; i.e., it
brings on something.
Like a pain in the ass
(in the wrong direction).
