Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Honey, I’m home!
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Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
Has it really been
a month since I told you all
about my day, dear?
such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.
No one waters them.
Tiny cells plead, but TV
seems more important.
Incrementally
I clean unearthing a clear
space on the table.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.
Could Cameron Diaz
maybe have done her hair? That
ponytail so wrong.