Anxiety clogs the mind
I woke up feeling creative this lovely Saturday morning, so the above is my attempt at a hypo style haiku. I wrote it while I sipped decaf coffee and listened to violent hail beat at my roof. I love nasty weather. I don’t understand why they call it nasty, I think it’s soothing.
I was born in San Francisco on a Thursday morning in November; I’d like to think it was raining.