Personal History

“Coffee and pastry,
I thought it said poetry
I would’ve ordered”.
I have no friends to bind this pact,
They are all engineers or undercover strippers,
They think I write to free myself of sin,
With the sign of the cross, they hope God gets to read it.

One haiku a day for a year,
I’d only have 365 of them with no friends,
They had a 120 paged paper back,
I’d have 3-liners no one will like.

“I’m sure you write to feel smart”,
Sometimes I wish I actually am,
If you wouldn’t haiku with me,
At least don’t turn off my vibe.


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