Quiet moments

in the morning

before the sun comes up

My 10-dollar light

It feels good, to have a few minutes in the dark.

I don’t have much time.

I read, Death in the Afternoon.

Reading

is my dessert

before breakfast—

four eggs

sunny-side up—

I eat little suns, in front of white clouds, while I read.

I have the suns

inside of me.

To think people start their day with the news. They eat oatmeal.

It looks just as bad when it goes in

as when it comes out.

It’s tasteless, lifeless, and not healthy—

There will always be war, famine, stress, and madness.

I prefer magic in the morning. It gives me warmth.