New Food Plus Leftovers Fat: Haiku Lament

New food comes while the/
fridge fills with leftovers. I/
wonder why I’m fat.

Broken Mirror, Broken Pipe, Help Yourself: Haiku Lament

When I ask for help,/
get none, then break what I need/
help with, I’ll just quit.

In the end, it won’t/
matter if your voice was heard,/
just that it was raised.

I’ve stopped meeting my/
goals. Should I start over or/
return and repair?

It’s claimed that perfect/
right angles can’t be found in/
nature. what’s this then?

When the world just gets/
too much, it may be time to/
find healing waters.

It’s strange to feel so/
completely lost, deep in the/
midst of your own field.

I am drawn deeply and/
completely into the/
techno blue screen blues.

I’ve cooked boxed mac and/
cheese for years, so it’s hard to/
have that skill doubted.

I waste so much time/
on Facebook, but how else would/
I ever learn news?