Yes, a sleep apneac
a registered sleep offender
condemned for snoring
snores that march to a
different louder drum
and life-sentenced nightly for it
my head saddle-cinched tightly
in hellish halloweenish headgear
My handsome face a mockery now
the man in the iron mask chained to
the nightstand by a garden hose
connected to the creepy black-box
technology humming malevolently on the
nightstand, maintaining my beachball-inflated
skull at 32 pounds per square inch
I roll cumbersomely wifeward
try for a serious I love you behind
the hapless Hannibal Lecter leer…
Can you hear the lambs, Clarisse?
then, gigglesnorting my nose-gear loose,
set off a sibilant pppsssshhh!
another air-leak pissing
off the starboard side
Leaving me clawing at my face
blind in the night's scuba darkness,
needing some buddy-system partner
to slap on me her own nose-piece,
to rescue me in the sheets'
riptide so we can ascend to
the rising sun of morning
together…
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