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He sent sensitive
documents to a stranger
thinking it was me.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Haiku, like bonsai,
needs care and pruning. A mind
unfocused kills both.
posted to my Twitter account
I need sleep, but I * need to work but I need sleep * to work can’t think straight.
posted to my Twitter account
Project due and I * like the late adopter I * am, haven’t finished.
Left in Manhattan
cab. Friends’ numbers, pix of my
kids in strangers’ hands.
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.
Accomplished nothing
’til I took Motrin a whip
that tamed this tiger
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
separating the
non-essential from the much
needed is painful.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Fat balls of yarn crowd
my home like clawless kittens,
needling me to start.
Inertia roosting
inside me like a hen un-
willing to lay eggs.
She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.
The more I compute,
the lazier I get, and the
saggier the couch.
If every meal
were cereal, we’d all have
more hours in the day.
If you clear out the
fridge for the turkey, then where’s
the other food go?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.
I start out strong with
good intentions. Sit at the
computer. Day’s shot.
Dude. Complete strangers
read the byproducts of life
inside my head. Sweet.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.



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