are we just walking
our bodies around the block
to prove we exist?
Tag: Haiku
On Childhood
childhood dream place
wings and moss in abundance
light shining through us
Dream
childhood dream place
wings and moss in abundance
light shining through us
Pretty
A set of haikus
fuck pretty, fuck that
aesthetic jail cell, fuck that
Polaroid Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
forced Magazine smile, fuck that
Commercial Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
advertised face cream, fuck that
Expensive Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
scrutinized body, fuck that
Controlling Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
mutilated hair, fuck that
White-Centric Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
endless worrying, fuck that
Insecure Pretty
fuck pretty, fuck that
manufactured worth, fuck that
Man’s Choice Pretty
fuck pretty. We’re done
We’re done downplaying our hurt.
We’re done being small.
We need our bodies.
We need our love more than you.
We deserve our strength.
Fuck Pretty. We are
not here for your enjoyment.
We are for our joy.
On the Bedside Table
I have all these books
on my bedside table that
I never read, but…
On Crossroads
what’s that thing you said,
nestled beneath the branches?
“I am sure of us.”
Digging
Unearthed haikus show
me the possibilities
they show me myself
Influence
coffee shop thoughts are
somehow more pointed and clear
than thoughts in kitchens
Saturday
wind sweeps away our
age of reason and slowly
I wake from my dream
Other Winters
Snow, I always say
The Swedish word for you: snö
Maybe it helps some