Paper towels.
Half and half.
Morning.
Emails.
Social media.
Flying to Florida again.
Fuck me.
Go where the money is.
The radio stops.
Perfect timing.
Still typing.
Keep going.
She says.
The voice in my head.
Keep going.
She says.
The voice in my heart.
Every day, I wanna.
Be.
A poet with a pension.
Every night, I wanna.
Be.
A poet with someone.