ugh.

those of us in back
appreciate little things
even a slight breeze

I knew my flight to the meeting was too comfortable.

squashed inwards three ways
do I pass the same fortune
to the nameless one?

I also think my little haiku, senryū, and any other short forms are cheating, because that’s how I use them. I have fewer good short forms than full poems, so… But I’m tired, fried, and have fresh new deadlines.

And to all the assholes who ignore instructions, shove your seats all the way back, and take up far more than your seat, kindly jump out at 30k feet. We won’t cry.

I realize this is a trivial complaint in the world’s larger context, but damn it’s big in my immediate context.

ugh.