Still dark out.
Brain lagging, like a beetle carrying a couch.
Start pushed on the coffee machine.
Strong, bitter aroma drifts from
the kitchen.
B vitamins for focus.
Phone beeps.
Cats meow.
Body moves,
Mind crawls.
First **** of the day.
Check my reflection in the mirror
to make sure I’m still here.
I just want to write.
Want the work done.
Snowy morning
but I’ll shovel the lines first.