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Haiku for Adulthood: The Write Stuff

Haiku for Adulthood: Back to Reality…TV

This is a guest haiku by Devon O’Dell O’Gara.

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Haiku for Adulthood: Writer’s Block

#276

The most frustrating

kind of writer’s block comes from

being too happy.

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#270

My love is half bird

and half law. It’s up and up

and up, then over.

_________

#271

This crush, relentless.

I am like a cat and she’s

a laser pointer.

_________

#272

Your heart is a street

that has no sign, but still I

found you. I found you.

_________

#273

In therapy, I

talk to pillows about my

qualms with pillow talk.

(#Meta)

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#274

Give me your deserts.

Here, a girl can wade without

ruining her good shoes.

_________

#275

Reflexively, my

arm extends. An offering,

or to defend?

_________

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#267

She flatters me. “Just

reading your words makes me come.”

But not stay, I think.

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#268

Only a fool would

call this looting “love.” Only

I would believe you.

 _____________

#269

There’s always another

story. I am almost

someone moving on.

_____________

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Haiku for Adulthood: Self-flagellation edition

#252

I wasn’t born to

follow rivers. I mistake

clarity for ease.

______

#253

Sometimes we ate

dinner in the Super Kmart.

Each time was a “treat.”

______

#254

She said, “You are the

girl I’m kind of in love with.”

Kill ‘em with kind ofs.

______

#255

I cried over a

Titanic preview, and took

it out on Celine.

______

#256

 Seriously

considering adding Facebook

“pokes” to my number.

______

#257

I was born to

follow rivers, to dream my way

into existence.

______

#258

You don’t work this way, I’ve

found. Not yet anyway.

I keep dreaming still.

______

#259

You sent a postcard

from Belize . It’s the one thing

from you I can touch.

______

#260

I don’t often though.

I fear I’ll ruin its realness

with my clinging.

______

#261

I sleep with men who

have girlfriends and gym memberships.

I dream of you.

______

#262

I sleep with women

on couches, anti-depressants.

I dream of sleep.

______

#263

You ask if I’m Yaqui.

I want to say, No, but

I’m aqui for you.

______

#264

I ask if you think

of me. You say, Always always.

My love doubles.

______

#265

You said, All I ask

is that you save me a piece

of your heart’s real estate.

______

#266

I said I would, but

feared, secretly, that you’d build

an amusement park.

______

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Haiku for Adulthood: Masturdating

#247

Someday I’ll meet a

girl good enough to take home

to my vibrator.

__________

#248

If you’re a girl who’s

vagitarian, all dating

is masturdating.

__________

#249

Lesbianism

in 8 words: ”I can’t date you,

but here’s a poem.”

__________

#250

At the lez sex

party, the biggest bed held two

women JUST spooning.

__________

#251

(Actual thing that was said to me by a friend yesterday)

I’d only be fisted

by a girl, preferably

with carnie hands.

__________

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#242

This love is worse. Since

it can’t be confirmed, it can

never be denied.

___________

#242

I’d no sooner be

your Mistress than the sun would

stop at horizon.

___________

#243

Can’t you see, love, we

were spared the froth flame bruise-blue

ugliness of time?

___________

#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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