washwords

This week Haiku Friday is also Flashback Friday – ahh verizon.

Fios down again
son of a blankety blank
freakity freak freak

Tee Vee should just work
and yet, plug, unplug, rehook
splitter, wire, cord

No lights on the dash
so it’s deep breath in and call
three calls later: mike

He doesn’t hang up
or transfer me to wireless
We chat. for… hours

And when it turns out,
it was me not them, this time
I’m not proud, people

yah, forgot to check
other tv splitter? split
oops: my bad, this time.

still, verizon: one
me: twenty seven billion
but mike? he’s allight

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Madness of the March.
Oh, b-ball, how I love thee.
Let the madness March

My love turned forty
frosting, tears, I’m still unsure
Do men live past then?

I dream of boats, snow
and wake to his touch, his heart
morning: he is here.

Day one, post forty
what a day: cake, b-ball, dogs
he’s happy, me too.

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We have colds, chores, tasks
sniffling snow, chugging juice
and we are giddy

Sometimes the best trip
is no trip at all, rather
you, me, woofs, crossword

We shop ikea,
hit DMV, mall, grocery
and laugh, how we laugh

I feel lucky and
you say, “not lucky, right” We
are right, we are right

(mwah “some guy named me”)

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