enjoying my coffee,
writing poems in the kitchen,
as the sun rises,
and the day breaks
before anything bad
has happened yet.
sleep is boring,
because nothing happens,
but waking is a risk,
where dreaming exists,
I don't know,
and last night
I had a dream
you and I
went to Alice's Tea Cup.
this summer
is like a monthly cobra subscription,
where each month
you get a different kind of cobra
in the mail,
along with a love letter.