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Monthly Archives: November 2016
sharpest haiku
he spoke about us
with his softest words
“uncomfortably sharp
and real”
pressured haiku
you were made of
cries and whispers
there was nothing else
(I need pressure)
on a plane haiku
I watched her read in
a patch of sunlight and eat
red meat with her hands
bad marriage haiku
she came out of the house
disappointed
there was nothing he could do