Haiku for Adulthood: Pour Me 3


It’s raining in S.F. —

each drop’s hushed refrain sounds like

the end of waiting.



Bind my arms, love. What

is inexhaustible

requires no defense.



Wish you were the woman

sharing my bed, and not

Eudora Welty.



It’s your suspense that

makes me forget the helplessness

of my own life.


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