
The dishwasher hums, and the whooshing of its water drowns out the crickets. I eat my oatmeal out of Frankie’s Frosted Flakes bowl: not another clean one remains.
warm aftertaste
empty pill containers
beside bottles
first published in Image Curve, May 14, 2020
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Categories: haikai, haiku community
kaykuala
Healthy living with a healthy diet. Oatmeal is a must!
Hank
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I hope this does not imply you are sick at your house?? The Warm after taste dose not sound to appetizing!
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I like the sounds here, humming and crickets. That empty pill containers hint anxiety.
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A tidy anxious brief haibun with a great senryu capper. I fear we shall all need to think 10 months ahead considering “completing the chore”.
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The crickets are very early this year.
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We only have a few dishes and the dishwasher broke down. I am glad it did. I now wash them by hand.
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This seems like a life in depressing isolation… at least the dishes get done… stay clear of the bottles.
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this gives me some deep dark foreboding. hope it is not from a bad place. thanks for sharing.
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Empty pill containers …..gives a foreboding sense of doom.
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