My year, in Haiku

Mar 04, 2010 15:13

I had to do this for a class, so I share with you. Phillip and I went to the ballet Saturday night. I think we're going out again this weekend. I don't know what it means, and I've actually stopped caring. Well, I've stopped caring in that way where I demand a definition. I'll never stop caring in that I love him and am epically stupid where he is concerned. But still, haiku yay!

His drunken kisses
Say, am I taking you home.
I reply, please don’t.

This is the part where
I slow you down, he whispers,
Looking me over.

A quick costume change.
Wow, that’s a really great top.
Happy accident.

No future in this,
He says, holding my shoulders,
Fall as he walks out.

Three weeks since you left,
See you at a funeral,
Hold hands in silence.

Almost over you now,
‘ Til you text me late one night,
Not healed anymore.

Biscuits and gravy,
Our favorite place, alone,
Watching you walk in.

Meet you at ballet,
Whisper in my ear, miss you.
Start of something new.

Lower back holds stress,
Massage out the kinks, take pills,
When will he call back?

Tantrum all morning,
Spend day fuming at both girls,
We love you mommy.

Trapped in bed again,
Children fighting in next room,
Work it out yourselves.

He said this weekend,
Wait impatiently by phone
I am pathetic.

phillip

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