I gotta…

I gotta brush my teeth,

I gotta put on some music

and some coffee.

I gotta fill my water bottle

from an aquafa that flows below.

I gotta do a few pull-ups

and dance between the raindrops

to a barn where

no chickens or cows reside.

I gotta dodge a few bees

who are pissed it’s

growing cold.

(When up in the office writing

I have grown to tell the difference

in the flying buzz

of stink bugs, bees, and flies;

it is not the most unpleasant knowledge

when it’s not being actively used.)

I gotta, in the barn,

do the business

with God as my witness

and then the day will begin.

But first I gotta brush my teeth,

and I’m getting late for that.