12.26.17

today the written word

took a hit, backseat

to digital liquor and

a heartfelt apology to

all those you’ve neglected.

I talked with a millionaire.

Some things are okay

left unaccomplished.

I prize the abilility

of a new day.

I live for it.

Written at 1:14 in the morning, in an Uber, passing Balboa on the 101.