She said her dog’s paws
smelled like Doritos. “She’s nuts”
I thought. Then I sniffed.
Puppy love
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Unspoken
Secrets like splinters
lodged down deep tear you apart
from the inside out.
Jump the shark
My life is content
driven, looking for the next
big thing to embrace.
Entourage
S will travel with
me, security-blanket
friend I’m blessed to have.
Same old lament
National TV
talk show called me to be a
guest. What will I wear?
To do list
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.
Tasteless
Reading haikus is
like eating chestnuts. You stop
after a bad one.
Bedtime
Why does burrowing
under thick down comforters
bring such sheer delight?
Motivation
Decided last night –
Caribbean for Christmas.
Will work for travel.
Irrational
I love the too big
coffee table that takes up
most of this small room.
a haiku a day 