paint and wet snowflakes
pink smiles, unrequited stuff
summer sweatiness
plastic fingernails
keep others skin cells so close
that you can smell them
inboxes fill quick
outboxes fill quicker still
then you stop, say no
new undergarments
make you dream of sex and rings
still you sleep single
cigarettes and beer
are reminiscent of him
what do you do now?
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Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.
1 comments:
Cool haiku!
Just felt like saying hi
to another Torontian!
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