poem
feels like the word "discombobulated" has an extremely important place in my life right now
currently the phone is ringing and I really don't want to pick it up
backspaced a lot just now
haven't got the energy for
all the shit in my apartment that I've accumulated
bought in non lucid moments
promises of completion
the phone is ringing again
is this a haiku or something else?
sam wants my order for a chicken salad-based restaurant
I appreciate him
chicken salad is my jam