Haiku for Adulthood #103 6

For Lauren and Randall. Your poking, to me, is an inestimable ocean of truth in this vast puddle of disquiet otherwise known as the internet.

How about we take

this Facebook “poking” to the

next level: Stabbing.


I try not to poke you back, but eventually I always cave. What is that about? You can’t read my poke-her face, can you, my hearts?

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