curtains wide, all night, strangers across the street see the lamp signs: still here
A light burns in you. Dim, bright, it keeps company with you in the dark.
One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.
Hello. This post is part of a series where I evaluate haikus I wrote a few weeks ago. You can find those posts here. For this post, I’ll be looking at my 4th haiku: A wandering light, fluttering, frail; in deepness of creeping midnights. 5, 7, 5 syllables: check Punctuation: check. Even a semicolon thisContinue reading “Haiku #4”
Come, knife at the night