i found some old haiku's i wrote:

ode to acetaminophen, aspirin and caffeine:
although i might try
to keep you out of my life
(dare to be drug free)

when i get no sleep
and have the uterus pain
you make it all right


ode to wnyc:
i can only hear
neutral milk hotel so much
before im weary

i listen to you,
new york public radio,
eight hours every day.


non-ode?
but when sufjan is
on wnyc
i dont want to talk

now i am a grump
since i missed his interview
about hula hoops


ode to sufjan pt. 2:
im so excited
to see you hula hooping
tonight after work

i will overlook
the fact that you wear asics
but i mean, come on.