i divorced instead
of being
blessed
to die young
to escape
neglect
.
haiku
i divorced instead
of being
blessed
to die young
to escape
neglect
.
haiku
something like terror
mirrored in eyes meeting grief
brief in divorce room
.
haiku
again uncurling
dull pain
from skein
pulling it
on over my skin
.
haiku
each time he smashed her
thinking she’d get softer
she got rock-harder
.
haiku
memories thrumming
at the edges beckoning
blowing through cobwebs
.
haiku
they’ll carry cactus
damage in their mouths, melons
as sweet hurt as wells
.
haiku
his slender fingers
( never tender instruments )
used to
blunt romance
.
not a haiku
close da curtains, love
ain’t lettin’ ‘im back in
love comes thru da cracks
.
haiku
onto blurred air , i
draw my body ; sly nude pose ;
mist conceals bruises
.
haiku
i miss you i wish
i didn’t remember the
good bits i bit off
.
haiku