I
was
wondering
where
I
was
then
I
looked
up
at
the
moon
and
knew

we
rode
our
bikes
through
fog
singing
eye
of
the
tiger
we
were
awesome

I
sat
up
in
bed
awake
all
night
feeling
lonely
in
my
full
house

she
drew
a
picture
of
the
sun
shouting
whoo
hoo
which
just
made
sense

she
spent
hours
with
oil
pastels
and
cardboard
boxes
making
a
new
world

the
romance
and
the
reality
of
this
life
duel
for
my
affections

the
rain
pitter-pattered
on
the
roof
I
hoped
it
wouldn't
freeze
it's
winter

instead
of
writing
you
a
poem
I'll
just
sit
in
this
cold
and
think

it's
been
so
cold
our
fires
have
been
burning
through
the
day
and
through
the
night

I
dreamt
of
the
Galloping
Hessian
losing
his
head
to
the
canon

I
just
wanna
read
Thomas
Hardy
all
day
long
and
all
night
long
too

he's
liked
me
for
ten
years
yet
still
I
wonder
if
he'll
like
my
new
blue
jeans

nothin'
like
having
visitors
over
to
get
ya
to
clean
yer
house

he
was
gone
so
long
then
I
saw
smoke
in
the
chimney
and
knew
he
was
home

ah
the
wind
and
rain
blew
upon
my
house
and
I
stood
inside
the
cold
walls

he
told
of
Jude
raking
the
fire
before
bed
and
I
liked
him
that
much
more

the
dog
pranced
around
his
big
ears
flopped
he
was
quite
happy
in
the
world

baby
it's
cold
outside
and
I
just
want
your
warm
sweet
arms
around
me

I
became
old
I
wear
crow's
feet
and
a
sadness
certain
of
knowledge

I
like
when
the
power
goes
out
and
the
house
becomes
cold
and
quiet

then
he
heard
the
unmistakable
sounds
of
The
Young
and
the
Restless

I
think
I'll
make
buttermilk
pie
and
drink
some
champagne
eat
some
oranges

all
our
lives
girl
you'll
be
my
pretty
paper
pretty
ribbons
in
blue

you
told
me
you
were
going
to
shave
and
all
night
I
dreamt
of
your
beard

letting
the
past
loves
act
as
ghosts
because
I
want
them
here
with
me

oh
christmas
tree
the
smell
of
fir
and
I'm
in
the
dark
arms
of
the
forest

lights
from
passing
traffic
moved
across
the
wall
we
live
in
the
city

it's
pulling
out
my
energy
this
solstice
but
'tis
the
longest
night

it's
cold
damp
and
so
foggy
and
grey
I'm
trying
to
make
it
romantic

my
feet
are
cold
it's
damp
outside
here
dear
put
your
body
close
to
mine

I
kiss
his
bearded
face
in
the
morning
looking
toward
the
next
kiss

six
years
ago
today
on
a
cold
and
snowy
night
a
star
was
born

I'm
feeling
alright
this
morning
because
my
baby's
coming
home

-Big Mama Thornton

I
dreamt
my
hair
was
strangling
me
that
my
hair
was
strangling
me

a
picture
of
my
fireplace
and
my
two
children
on
Instagram

I
feel
like
the
chick
right
before
it
hatches
super
fuckin'
anxious

I
want
to
feel
that
ghost
again
I
want
to
talk
to
someone
tonight

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