the haitus, in writing

[fullygroan]

taking a break from having a place to hide my innermost thoughts
isn't as tough as getting the thoughts back in the mood
to share themselves.

learning communicative techniques like
color-coded kaboom.
learning now how to leave a bit to let sit
how to project an internalized rhyme three
syllables after the fact, in fact to hurry it up.

is this an armor? am i clumsy in love?
have i just spooked the tell, am i now back in the dark
i was in just for the flicker of the flash?
i don't feel like dancing.
i feel like a fuck.