Wake up at 5am.
Pee.
Brush teeth.
Stretch.
Coffee.
Dream poetry.
Play basketball.
On Milton & Franklin St.Sweat, curse, joke.
Hit the final game winner.
Talk Yankees.
Look forward to Sunday.
Cold plunge.
Shower.
Read.
Write.
Watch a training video.
Or three.
Copywriting.
Aka work.
Post for the pod.
Write questions.
Revisions.
Also known as work.
Walk to Early.
Get a brioche breakfast sandwich.
A giant iced coffee.
Sit on the back patio.
Run into Sandy.
The gal with the regal Beagle.
She asks what I am up to this evening.
Rooftop party, I say.
In the city, she asks.
On Orchard Street.
Where we used to meet.
She says she will hit me up on the hip later.
More work.
More screentime.
Add publishing companies to a spreadsheet.
Submit to literary agents.
Say freedom in the farewell.
Text Franco and Eric about tonight.
Head out.
Walk all the way to the L.
Walk all the way to the L.
Fuck the G.
Take it into the city.
Walk to Walter's apartment.
Knock on the door.
A gorgeous girl answers.
Eric is there.
Franco is late, of course.
Crack a soda.
Say hi to everyone.
Look at my city.