A Cube of One’s Own – Haikus for the Working Girl

“Day, have I the guts to greet you? Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave. Working full-time.”

-The Constantines

This summer, I’ve traded the field for the 407 and the forest for the panoramic view of Terminal 3. And I wrote some haikus on my lunch break:

near Terminal 3
is that a Boeing I hear?
no, just my stomach

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Hey fluorescent lights!
making me look like a corpse
lunch alone again.

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keep it together
thanks to standard paper clips
or trombones, in French

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weight watchers brownie
you’re the size of a matchbook
that’s not big enough

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dear swivel desk chair
if we were soldiers in war
I’d leave you behind

Top photo: “Coloured pencil” by Noj Han, used under CC BY / Resized from original