i make a list of things to do,
then go back to sleep.

i wander my porch to pieces,
counting all my coffees
until my teeth go tight.

i cover my ears with the altos of experts,
then argue with myself
for a while.

i write a poem.
i take a shower.
i eat a food.
i kiss a cat.

about then, i feel content
and start to wonder
whatever happened
to that list.