monday.

the light pours into our bedroom by 645.
i'm awake
fighting for two more hours of sleep.

i jump out of bed
have a bowl of cheerios
and jump back in bed.

730 rolls by,
i skip another morning of jogging.
hungover, i couldn't recall
what kept us up til 4.

there was some highfiving somewhere.

the novelty of a stranger
sent a jolt through my sleeping senses.
we shake hands and wish each other good rest.

a bookstore or two follows.
i run into ty and dont say hi.
i run into steven and b and don't say hi.

i eat my croissant and two glasses of water,
a nap and the discovery that
i had just bought an epitaph in the poetry section.

and an old buddy brings me back
with a bit of wild nothing.