an untraditional rhetoric,
but there is routine within.
Just like how I take my coffee
and how I write my shitty poetry,
my mornings are the same,
but better now that I am not hungover.
Shit, write, eat, write, escape,
and then think about lunch,
and then think about dinner,
consider love's contrition,
and keep going
until I watch TV on an old iPad
and fall asleep,
hoping to visit her in dreams.
Tomorrow's gonna be a good day.