I.
"lecture notes, please?" no.
everything was from the book.
"book?" walk away. breathe.
II.
thaw. sun. would that my
mood matched the weather. no one
read the directions.
III.
sundays: laundry. food.
essays. sighing. essays. booze.
essays. despair. sleep.
I am in awe of the exquisite pathos of III.
ReplyDeleteAlso, the marvellous concluding lines of II:
no one/
read the directions.
One feels the despair.
I feel kinship with you. Would that my frustrations express themselves as poetry, instead of smashing things.
ReplyDeleteThese are great.
ReplyDeleteNice work greta!!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful as usual. I even like the fact that "Sunday" is misspelled in the title; somehow it fits with the general air of despair and disintegration that pervades this week's selections, as if letters as well as snowflakes and their assignments were now going missing in the general morass that is February.
ReplyDeleteCC, I can't believe you're the first person to comment on the title! Yes, it was deliberate. I considered taking out all of the vowels (overkill) or deliberately misspelling "haiku," but I settled on a typo that appeared in a student's essay (except that she wrote "mondy," complete with lower-case "m").
ReplyDeleteYou made me smile!