Haiku for Adulthood: On Not Settling 3


#242

This love is worse. Since

it can’t be confirmed, it can

never be denied.

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#242

I’d no sooner be

your Mistress than the sun would

stop at horizon.

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#243

Can’t you see, love, we

were spared the froth flame bruise-blue

ugliness of time?

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#244

 The first letters of

our names spell “yes” in Russian.

No question was asked.

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#245

Time’s cruel gimmick:

Eternity exists, but only

as a feeling.

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#246

(e.e. cummings-esque?)

This love is no noun,

No, now—a monsoon, gone soon

in all ways, always.

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