Do not threaten me
with sleep, you shit-filled morning,
for I breathe coffee.
Do not crust my eyes,
for my dilated lens
hungers for the sun.
Do not slow my steps,
for I have stretched and yoga-ed
and centered my chi.
Do not wither winds,
for I have dawned a thick coat
and challenged the breeze.
And do not kiss me
with warnings of the coming
day, for I am bliss.