Monday slides into
my world like an awkward teen
fumbling for third base.

Tuesdays, wisdom teeth–
Painful, useless and not wise.
Evolve them away.

Cheap-ass company
Makes us bring food for pot luck.
I brought paper plates.

Thanksgiving food glut.
It’s so damn American.
I need bigger pants.

Ain’t no way, no how
I’m leaving the house today.
Fuck your Black Friday.

Written for this week’s
Daily Post Writing Challenge:
Haiku for five days