[clock radio.]

my younger sister took this photo of the clock radio in my bedroom, above the white, wooden dresser with goldensilver hardware.

i decided to write a haiku about it, because i've randomly been into haikus lately.

(plus i recently got one in the mail from a dearly beloved friend, sarah giselle mapiya potts.)

here 'tis:

hats balanced upon,

the clock that ticks quite sprightly,

between them, a book.

you might think i'm silly for writing haikus, but benjamin began texting me in haiku and i was the first to text him back in haiku. and since then, we've written many an enjoyable haiku back and forth to each other, ranging from the deeply complex to the humorously mundane. an example of a haiku i might send to/receive from ben is this:

many lives and what?

what is this life's true purpose?

the wind asks also.

or (lol)

grocery shopping,

old lady smell is weird, no?

gunna buy carrotz

it's a delightful form of correspondence, and i highly recommend it :)

otherwise, i'm missing my beloved volleyball team. they have begun pre-season, and alas--my heart and soul go out to them across the central plains and mighty hudson. (never thought i'd long for pre-season workouts so much.)

xo,

the f.f.