the morning
early morning
just woken up morning
was spent crafting
a thought
a poem
a contemplation
about acting
about anxiety
about newfound epiphanies in my head
but the regular
morning pages
morning poems
morning contemplation
meditation
time
was spent arranging
and planning
and father-talking
which is all okay
but suffice it to say
i’m a little off my poetry game
now.
shorter time
to write my
morning poetry
today,
and the rest
of the day
is filled with
zoom zoom zoom
(but in-person,
not via Zoom)
pondering
jobs
and
houses
and
subways
and
STEM
and i still have to
write
the writing
that i’m both
apprehensive
of
and
excited
about.
(so, i guess, let’s do this)
wake up
it’s too early
check the email
see if there’s anything interesting
(even though it’s doubtful there will be)
check the facebook
(even though you know it’ll just suck you in
and stress you out)
try to do some crosswords
until they can lull you back to sleep
feel so tired
roll over
cuddle your spouse
feel even more awake than before
roll back over
wake up
it’s still too early…
kipventures 