A Haiku for Every Stage of IKEA Assembly

Step one: the boxes.

Everything looks possible

before the screws fall.

Step four: a mistake.

The instruction man has no

neck. Neither do I.

Step twelve: weeping quietly.

Where did that small metal rod go?

The rug hides it now.

Step fifteen: complete.

It leans. But it is *my* lean.

Do not look at it.