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Tuesday, February 6, 2018

I'm here for the haiku


My brain is a sieve
What day is it? Am I me?
Pass the coffee, please.

Breathe in and breathe out.
Just a toilet paper roll,
Not worth the jail time.

Soft pretzels are art.
Only eat them in Philly. 
Same as cheesesteaks, son.

Shush, loud train talkers.
You are in shared public space, 
not your living room.

Exposed, cold ankles. 
February is not May. 
I should have worn socks.

Great friends are golden
but concealer is crucial.
Girlfriends would agree.