Haiku for Adulthood: Pour Me 3


#144

It’s raining in S.F. —

each drop’s hushed refrain sounds like

the end of waiting.

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#145

Bind my arms, love. What

is inexhaustible

requires no defense.

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#146

Wish you were the woman

sharing my bed, and not

Eudora Welty.

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#147

It’s your suspense that

makes me forget the helplessness

of my own life.

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