Insomnia.

Now I know why I can't sleep.
I am petrified.
I find myself next to you,
no matter the context.
Next to you,
talking, having a meal, having desperate animal sex, or languid animal sex, or funny/friendly animal sex, or walking by the hand,
or just being old and wrinkled,
next to you.

And I hit my face with the rake,
yet again,
opening my eyes.

And it takes me till the evening
to be half human,
only to be afraid again
of just sleeping.