Haiku for Adulthood: Prodigal Sun 2

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.


They said, “Don’t stare,” but

what kind of fool wouldn’t want

to live in your light?



Desert’s peculiar

religion: It never rains,

except too much.



You make me want whimsy,

to outlive the stories

we tell to survive.



Your love takes up a

space far greater than my body

can inhabit.


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