
oscillations of a burnt out dreamer writer
Monday
Daylight already?
A week is too long, to keep
all those promises
Small hours
The idea glows
like a fat moon. So obvious
I go back to sleep
Tuesday breakfast
What was the pretext,
simile? The empty plate
taunts like déjà vu
Tuesday evening
A window (!) for tea
Clarity, wasted – planning
lessons for day job
Wednesday
Writes in bar, drunk on
cliché (offsets rejection)
Word count stays the same
Thursday
The brain is choking
on empty calories of
marshmallow dreams, hopes
Lunch break
Beautiful bookshop,
infinity mocks me, with
all I will not read
Friday “after work”
Innocent bubbles,
source of my troubles, also
liquid solution
Saturday
Little jumpers wear
my teeth, little retching holes
Little truths, bite more
Sunday morning
If lyrical verse
was easy like eggs, I’d write
an ode to breakfast
Sunday night
Weekend wasted. The
sum of my words, a humble
hangover haiku
Jean Velasco is a teacher, writer, and translator from Melbourne, Australia, who has lived in Spain since 2011. Her work has appeared in Kill Your Darlings, Going Down Swinging, Overland Journal, and “Growing Up Queer in Australia.” She can be found online @jean_sprout.