someone smashed out the glass door at the coffee shop where i spend a lot of time
the sleeve of my shirt is wet from where i spilled coffee on it
i'm writing a sestina and butchering the form

Lazy day recovery, the Sunday after surgery
cereal, fresh ground coffee, Seinfeld episode on dvd.
I let the drugs chase me away to dreamed conversations even as I’m awake.
I read from Johnny Cash’s autobiography: Cash (for recreation).
I read a poetry memoir in sestinas (for a class I’m taking).
Reheat the leftover coffee. Thick and bitter, but warm again.
Watch Xander (our dwarf hamster) run furiously in his wheel.
He’s busy. He’s got places to go.
Order a pizza cause it’s easier, sit back and doze off.
These are the days that make a place a home.