Untitled (April 29, 2013)

Ugh

My monthly chore

Begins anew

Once more.

How I wish

I could perform

This task

Without leaving

My apartment.

But

Who will get

The coins needed

For the laundry machine?

Or

My favourite rye bread

Sourdough

With the caraway seeds

Baked in it.

Sigh.

Off I go

To form ques

On end

Til my poor feet protest

In earnest.

Knowing

Several days will pass

Before I can recover

From my shopping excursions

Into anxiety Hell.

Darn you

Month end

And government cheques.