Evil Cold

23 degrees. Off to get morning
Mocha. Know I’ll be tempted to stay
In, write. What happened to my rebellion?
Calling myself an Anti…
Now, cold creeps into car, to and
From coffee house. Work soon.
Take more pictures, I tell self.
Pushing buttons.. Am I writing? Over-
thinking. My new thing. Doesn’t help,
but it feels good.