Complaints are beautiful

Simple, declarative (albeit sometimes whiny), sentences from today, all true, that read like the opening lines of bad poetry:


I planted,
on the Ides of March,
mesclun seeds:
"spicy mix."

- - -

I left the free
stair stepper
in the rain -
the bag of potting soil
got wet, too.

- - -


My shoes
are
too tight.


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Making enchiladas
with canned tuna
was my first mistake.

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I am retaining water
so you
don't have to.