Haiku for Adulthood: Table for one? 3


“Table for one?”

Don’t look at me like that. I’ll

gut you with my Slap Chop.



My fuck buddies are

now fucking each other and

not me. Fucking great.



Your words are somehow

more intimate. There is no

room for detachment.



I cannot bring myself

to unpack. It will

really be over then.



These poems. Another

way to pay off the debt

to her memory.



My heart is an empty

stadium, where only I

am applauding.



You may as well take

everything. My truths exclude




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