Haiku for Adulthood: Self-flagellation edition 1


#252

I wasn’t born to

follow rivers. I mistake

clarity for ease.

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#253

Sometimes we ate

dinner in the Super Kmart.

Each time was a “treat.”

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#254

She said, “You are the

girl I’m kind of in love with.”

Kill ’em with kind ofs.

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#255

I cried over a

Titanic preview, and took

it out on Celine.

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#256

 Seriously

considering adding Facebook

“pokes” to my number.

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#257

I was born to

follow rivers, to dream my way

into existence.

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#258

You don’t work this way, I’ve

found. Not yet anyway.

I keep dreaming still.

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#259

You sent a postcard

from Belize . It’s the one thing

from you I can touch.

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#260

I don’t often though.

I fear I’ll ruin its realness

with my clinging.

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#261

I sleep with men who

have girlfriends and gym memberships.

I dream of you.

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#262

I sleep with women

on couches, anti-depressants.

I dream of sleep.

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#263

You ask if I’m Yaqui.

I want to say, No, but

I’m aqui for you.

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#264

I ask if you think

of me. You say, Always always.

My love doubles.

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#265

You said, All I ask

is that you save me a piece

of your heart’s real estate.

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#266

I said I would, but

feared, secretly, that you’d build

an amusement park.

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  • Michael L. Moore

    Oh, Anna. Sometimes I laugh, often I cry, always I look forward to your next haiku. Once again, you conquer. I can’t find words to express how 261 makes me feel.

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