I only feel completely me,
Twenty seconds after I've finished spooning up the froth
from a perfect flat white,
Or ten minutes after the final sip
of that first glass of champagne.

It's like something clicks in my head -
Buzz or bubbles -
I need that lubrication
To feel complete.

And so my weekday mornings
And my weekend evenings
are set.
I should experiment for a single week;
Switch the two around.
The office would be interesting,
And my Friday night would be terribly productive,
If perhaps a little tame...