My dad said to me today, “Your haiku are, um, pretty dark lately.” And I was like, you mean the drunken blackout ones? And then decided to just stop talking. So in order to stop scaring my father, here are some haiku about the sun, and love, and my desert home, which I miss more and more the longer I’m away from it.

#161

They said, “Don’t stare,” but

what kind of fool wouldn’t want

to live in your light?

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#162

Desert’s peculiar

religion: It never rains,

except too much.

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#163

You make me want whimsy,

to outlive the stories

we tell to survive.

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#164

Your love takes up a

space far greater than my body

can inhabit.

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