Write two haiku about something that is: false.
Spent the morning rototilling the paths in the garden. Pretty sure that's where this headache originated.
Ran a couple of errands in town after lunch. Spent far too long trying to get Max to sleep after dinner. And that was about my day.
Back to harvesting for the Wednesday night market tomorrow.
They are real to me,
so I shall treasure all of
these false memories
* * *
She lures her victims
with coy smiles; too late they find
her teeth in a glass