Tuesday (March 31, 2009)

Tuesday
(March 31, 2009)

cookies with my tea
I consume the whole package
seven cups of tea

perfectly fine day
ruined by a thunderstorm—
a mother’s shouting

day of flared tempers
cumulonimbus relief
I welcome the rain

44 Tea Cups (March 26, 2009)

horizontal snow
driven by bitter wind
—Industrial windows


three empty tea cups
scattered on my makeshift desk
full cup in my hand

Sunday (March 22, 2009)

enormous salad
guilt of wastefulness consumes
unhappy stomach

Monotony (March 21, 2009)

snow on parking lots
a satisfying salad
obliterated

Grey (March 20, 2009)

angry and sleepy
everything is overcast
tea isn’t helping


miniature cookies
Why did I take so many—
to only eat one?


empty restaurant
Ipod plays my radio
heard it all before


four teaspoons sugar
my mood shows no improvement
rain begins to fall

Relief (March 8, 2009)

well-crafted sandwich
look forward to consumption
fully-stocked deli


a perk of the job
the industrial kitchen
never leave hungry


daylight savings time
all my clocks are incorrect
except my cell phone

Frustration (March 7, 2009)

a shot of vodka
desire to consume
time is never right

Restlessness (March 5, 2009)

single customer
four employees to serve him
—excellent service


non-existent lunch
a shit box economy
The ship is sinking

Sadness (March 4, 2009)

same tea as always
but more bitter than before
a cry of lament

Onions (February 28, 2009)

my father and me
sharing teary-eyed laughter
onion therapy


an annoying cold
ambitious remedy—
slicing the onions


carefully laid plans
I beg your understanding
virus saboteur