Haiku for Adulthood: Bitter, Sweet


Facebook: Great social

media tool, or one giant

wedding album?



Real is such a puny

word. Give me the flinch of

your hot, dry always.



Don’t be gentle. I

want your drugged moods, your black

graphite, covering me.



I trust only our

Communion, its pleasure-scars

rage and bring me home.



I’m fucking somebody

who looks just like me. My

own dopplebanger.



Thoughts of losing you:

Unbearable. Never mind

you were never mine.



Some people look at

you with such kindness. It breaks my

heart to not look back.


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