Off-list again, I
buy extras, blow the budget,
shop when I’m hungry.
Running errands
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Category Archives: disgust
Kale me now
Olive oil drenched chips
or cooked with sausage in stock,
either way tastes yuck.
Procrastination
Dandelion seed
responsibilities float
away on each breath
Dishes in the sink
Domestic mountains
rimmed with grime, sponge scaling this
Everest of suds.
Over the holidays
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Sugar
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Dishwasher repair guy
Olive pits. Glass shards.
Bent straw. He warns, It’s not a
garbage disposal…
Laid off friend
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Abandoned blog
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
San Diego
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.
a haiku a day 