An explanation of the break up of my first marriage

You know how this is
waking in the middle of the dark
convinced you’re a five-alarm fire
when it’s only the clock going off?
That night in Queens I had a vivid dream.

I was standing on the rail of an old trawler
and from behind me
(where the boat was due to be)
I was being drenched by a wave of water
that despite my long leather coat
crashed directly onto my skin.
And in this wave there were chunks of fish.

And then I woke up and my wife
was emptying her stomach
her two bottles of wine
and a lobster in cream sauce dinner
down my back.

Perhaps this is why I’ve always turned away when sleeping.