thinking about baseball

I spring out of bed,
okay
maybe spring is the wrong word.
I ease myself
off the mattress
and limp slowly to the bathroom.
the third trip since
going to bed last night.
but it is Friday.
a cold shower, a cup
of hot coffee and i'll be
almost ready to face
the day.
I send Julie a text and tell
her, hey, what
time tonight?
then realize that I sent
the note to betty.
betty, says, oh, I didn't know
we had a date.
she sends me a picture of
a new pair of sexy
high heels she just bought.
like em? she says.
i'll wear them tonight.
oh well, I say out loud.
it'll work out somehow.
I rub my eyes and try
to think about baseball.