Mistaken For Morning

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 Mistaken For Morning
Dream‑drenched in last night's
pleasures, uncooked as any
raw baby red and mother wet;
feeling my day will go any way
I choose and coffee comes,
the Daily News and me.
I'm stepping slick
and quick out‑notching my clock
and then these debts
and digital threats that fill
my friendless mailbox.