I like the days when I wake up at noon and crawl slowly from messy sheets to greet with blurry eyes the lazy afternoon sun and eat breakfast over the sink at two PM
I make my tea lemon ginger with honey to calm the steam and carry it upstairs I sit at my desk in my pajamas half my face covered by my frizzy bedhead hair and squinting out my window into the pink and periwinkle sunset I pick up my pen with soft cold fingers and scrawl onto a napkin from yesterday's dinner my poetry in ink the color of anxious afternoon sun steam from lemon ginger tea brown of unkempt hair and the pink and periwinkle