Over the holidays

Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…

Poor business decision

I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.

Laid off friend

Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.

On cutting off long hair

Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?