Mistaken For Morning

 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.