Couch

When I fall asleep on the couch I can hear my house

The kitchen clock

Squeak click of the hands moving

The constant hum of the refrigerator

I cannot decide if I like its white noise or dislike it’s

Inefficient noisiness

Keep my eyes closed I can be so disoriented from my

Sleep

Am I facing the front of the house or the back

Is my head toward the kitchen or the office?

I like this ‘not-knowingness’

The momentary dreamy-ness of not knowing

Linger

In the listening

Feel

Try to feel if there is warmth on my body

To know if the sun is up

To guess the time

And keep my eyes closed

Squeak click of the clock

My own game

My neck hurts

Consequence of the couch

Kat