Saturday, December 21, 2019

New living room set
Sit now and pay off later
My couch owns me now

Friday, December 20, 2019

Self sufficiency
I congratulate myself
Then flush the toilet

Dream deprivation
I snore and talk in my sleep
One night, she’ll kill me

At least a haiku
Each day is worth a poem
Seventeen short breaths

The tree is inside
Three hundred lights and a star
Anya sleeps beneath

Call from Bernadette
Our cousin, Rusty, is dead
No more reunions

Christmas Tree shopping
Fifty two degrees with rain
Adult kids choose now

Paid time off today
But logging in, just in case
Guilt of missing out

My mobile phone died
Bereft of a power cord
I breath in and out