tonight's
haiku
is
brought
to
you
by
the
letter
M
and
the
number
2

whenever
I
hold
the
stem
of
a
plant
I
always
remember
him

the
wind
blew
hard
the
branches
were
all
over
the
yard
the
tree
looked
scared

and
then
of
course
there
was
my
mother's
third
husband
the
con
artist

the
cat
saw
me
adjusting
my
panties
in
the
middle
of
the
street

sometimes
you
just
gotta
stop
everything
and
rock
out
to
some
Crystal
Gayle

all
the
poems
I
wrote
today
sounded
so
beautiful
at
the
time

we
flew
over
the
big
city
watching
it
get
smaller
and
smaller

I
was
walking
through
a
dark
cold
and
mossy
wood
with
light
up
ahead

I
dreamt
I
was
in
the
woods
telling
a
story
of
a
girl
in
the
woods

I'll
act
through
love
and
with
an
open
heart
I'll
love
you
because
I
can

meditating
was
difficult
today
I
just
wanted
it
over

it's
a
new
morning
now
but
I'm
thinking
of
the
moon
I
saw
last
night

how
will
she
know
I
love
her
other
than
from
the
way
I
treat
her

love
is
learned
love
is
an
action
love
is
a
choice
love
is
practiced

the
feathers
are
grey
white
black
and
brown
I
keep
them
in
a
small
glass
jar

I
was
thinkin'
'bout
you
and
me
he
sang
so
sweetly
of
you
and
me

I
was
young
when
I
realized
my
mother
didn't
want
to
be
a
mother

she
told
me
she
liked
a
boy
and
said
there
he
is
but
he
married
me

they
were
friends
friends
leaned
on
each
other's
shoulders
and
touched
each
other's
arms

the
cat
sits
in
the
sink
while
I
shower
it's
nice
to
have
company

maybe
she
was
mad
maybe
she
was
a
genius
maybe
it
didn't
matter

I
just
built
the
best
fucking
fire
I've
ever
built
in
my
whole
life

do
you
remember
love
how
every
bottle
in
spain
tasted
so
good

his 

subtlety 

became 

him 

like 

he 

was 

born 

with 

it 

like 

he 

was 

it 

it's
hard
to
not
feel
so
lonely
when
you
feel
so
very
much
alone

her
teacher
asked
her
what
she
was
thankful
for
and
she
said
her
ipad

the
house
smells
like
pumpkin
bread
and
wine
and
a
little
bit
of
love

I
held
my
baby
blanket
and
meditated
I
loved
the
way
it
smelled

I'm
menstruating
it's
a
new
moon
oh
universe
so
predictable

I
don't
want
to
sleep
tonight
and
I
don't
want
to
wake
in
the
morning

when
I
think
of
you
I
hear
Fleetwood
Mac
the
falling
snow
your
rustling
beard

I
was
just
thinking
of
the
song
bang
bang
but
the
way
cher
does
it
though

I'd
a
fire
going
all
afternoon
'twas
the
coziest
in
the
world

she
wanted
a
sister
a
friend
a
party
buddy
I
was
a
daughter

I'm
still
sad
my
love
that
you
left
my
favorite
wine
key
on
the
train

she
said
love's
a
series
of
positive
actions
she's
someone's
good
friend

I
found
myself
not
saying
anything
at
all
which
is
so
unlike
me

I
wanted
grape
vineyards
and
racing
horses
and
the
fuck
called
me
trite

love
will
keep
us
together
love
will
tear
us
apart
and
so
they
will

house
plants
that
I'd
had
for
years
and
years
died
and
now
I
really
miss
them

there's
a
freckle
on
my
ring
finger
that
my
wedding
band
covers
up

one
death
may
explain
itself
but
it
throws
no
light
upon
another

-e.m. forster, howards end

the
world
is
a
book
and
those
who
do
not
travel
read
only
one
page

-st augustine

the
regulars
brought
together
by
coffee
had
more
in
common
than
that

the
wind
is
knocking
down
the
tree
branches
so
that
I
might
build
a
fire

the
wind
is
howling
rattling
the
windows
trying
to
break
through
the
walls

I
want
to
tour
my
old
childhood
home
but
I'm
afraid
of
what
I'll
find

the
air
was
white
and
when
they
alighted
it
tasted
like
cold
pennies

-e.m. forster, howards end

he
doesn't
know
he
breathes
life
into
me
but
he
does
each
time
he
breathes

she
held
my
arm
as
we
walked
home
last
night
this
began
a
long
friendship

when
I'm
thinking
I'm
thinking
in
words
when
I
dream
I
dream
in
music

mt
st
helens
mt
hood
mt
rainier
the
blue
mountains
the
very
mountain

I
like
my
cat
so
much
better
when
I
think
of
her
as
a
vampire

I
just
broke
up
with
a
friend
it's
the
kind
of
hurt
that
freedom
feels
like

how's
your
book
he
asked
oh
you'd
hate
it
she
said
it's
dreadfully
english

I
imagined
many
poems
while
I
meditated
now
I've
forgot

he
said
imagine
a
comfortable
place
I
imagined
a
mountain

he
has
a
Harley
that
he
never
rides
I
can't
trust
a
man
like
that

you
are
not
powerless
you
have
the
power
that
makes
you
powerful

I
wrote
stories
about
the
photographs
and
imagined
all
their
lives

it's
the
past
a
single-minded
man
eyes
a
complicated
lady

I
remember
singing
all
the
mother
mother
songs
I
was
just
sixteen

it
wasn't
me
the
ghosts
were
after
it
was
me
that
was
after
them

I
thought
maybe
I
should
just
listen
to
Harvest
Moon
with
my
daughter

I'm
a
tiger
a
witch
a
werewolf
not
often
sometimes
a
kitten

my
daughter
and
I
played
in
the
puddles
and
now
we
smell
like
wet
dog

while
she
cleaned
her
room
my
daughter
sang
a
song
about
cleaning
her
room

darling
as
much
as
I
love
you
right
now
I
love
this
poem
much
more

I
stared
at
the
same
poem
for
what
seemed
eternity
to
stare
some
more

I
don't
want
to
hurt
you
anymore
I
love
you
I
keep
hurting
you

take
me
home
tonight
where
it's
warm
take
me
to
your
home
and
keep
me
there

your
momma
don't
dance
and
your
daddy
don't
rock
and
roll
that's
why
you
do

the
cool
long
songs
the
grasses
sing
were
on
the
soundtrack
of
my
childhood

just
wondering
how
it
was
she
undressed
and
got
into
bed
at
night

the
tears
of
this
fall
have
been
very
different
from
the
tears
of
last
fall

I
dreamt
of
my
dad's
mother
when
I
spilt
the
salt
I
thought
of
my
mom's

some
day
some
how
some
way
some
place
some
time
some
girl
some
boy
oh
you'll
see

I
want
to
be
at
his
mercy
oh
I
want
to
feel
vulnerable

one
of
them
easily
breezes
in
the
other's
like
a
tornado

it
was
dark
cold
damp
it
was
fall
some
Amy
Winehouse
was
in
order

baby
you
can
drive
my
car
he
sang
and
I
heard
it
in
my
nipples

this
time
of
year
I
think
of
that
one
horrible
christmas
I
won't
forget

I
had
jealous
dreams
of
her
last
night
but
when
I
woke
she
meant
nothing

there 

are 

darknesses 

in 

life 

and 

there 

are 

lights 

you 

are 

one 

of 

the 

lights 

-Dr. Van Helsing to Mrs. Mina Harker

I
think
of
you
so
when
you're
not
around
I
just
want
to
be
near
you

do
you
want
to
make
life
do
you
want
to
create
do
you
want
to
love

I
lay
in
my
pillows
upon
my
bed
underneath
my
quilts
dreaming

we
read
all
about
Song
Woman
and
Mouse
Woman
and
the
Snee-nee-iq

fullest
full
moon
the
tree
and
its
moss
the
dew
I'll
find
in
the
morning

I'll
give
you
anything
anything
anything
just
marry
me
again

I
was
looking
toward
autumn
but
summer
wasn't
done
with
me
quite
yet

my
aunt
said
the
man
can's
16
ounces
the
woman
can
is
24

I'm
trying
to
write
but
I
keep
thinking
of
the
feather
in
my
hair

daydreams
of
me
wading
through
fields
of
flowers
an
ocean
and
long
grass

it
was
autumn
and
the
leaves
fell
but
I'm
not
ready
to
rake
them
yet

this
is
important
work
I
said
as
I
cleaned
out
the
drain
in
the
sink

why
don't
you
want
to
live
in
this
world
isn't
the
sun
enough
for
you

when
he
sang
all
my
rowdy
friends
have
settled
down
I'm
sure
he
meant
me

in
the
winter
the
days
are
short
in
the
summer
they
are
very
long