Mug of coffee on a window sill

Best believe

Tomorrow may never come,
may U-turn into yesterday. 
Call in sick like the coworker who
hasn’t kept a job more than six months.
Cancel plans like the flake of a friend you keep around 
so you have something to distract you 
from today.

But if it does, you had best believe 
I will put on my shoes — the left one, then 
the right — and I will walk to the coffee
shop just three blocks down, and I 
will order four shots of espresso doused in water,
(two caffeinated, two decaf) and walk back, 
three blocks, while the sun figures out 
when the hell to rise.

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