Haikus
-1-
Four feet, twenty toes
have maybe slipped and caught cold
In the TV’s glow.
-2-
Glass rattling to wind
Within curls of orange peel
A single dark hair.
-3-
Under the covers
Smells of scalp and urine;
Flowers on the grave.
-4-
The sound of my flute
Resonates against your name
Carved in cold marble.
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