my day in haiku

unfucked the bathroom
(though cupboard can wait for now);
one load of laundry

Tumblr-drying thoughts
on 'The Woman' and last words —
still lots to go there

beef, noodles, cashews:
things that wilt symbolically
in the microwave

invited abroad
to reheat for a few weeks,
(wilt, melt, crisp, unwind)

but without wifi,
a room of one's own ( — The Woman),
I'd murder them all

no time for a nap,
laundry's done and so's this post
terpsichore beatnik

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