you
can't
be
here
so
I'll
let
the
wind
whisper
the
sweet
nothings
tonight

i
imagined
a
cave
of
diamonds
silver
gold
shining
through
the
walls

oh
baby
baby
it's
a
wild
world
I'm
glad
I
have
you
to
hold
me

i
just
keep
going
back
to
that
high
desert
the
tumbleweeds
the
blue
moons

remember
Marfa
hon'
that
pasta
was
not
worth
ninety
dollars

the
chemex
had
been
washed
and
left
to
dry
reminding
me
he
had
gone

i
miss
the
tumbleweeds
of
my
youth
these
doug
firs
just
don't
do
it
for
me

i
was
awake
in
the
bedroom
hoping
he
would
come
in
but
he
didn't

my
hair
was
long
my
skin
was
brown
i
grew
tumbleweeds
summer
'86

i
signed
for
the
first
time
a
copy
of
my
book
i
felt
rather
pleased

hush
those
eyes
cat
i
don't
need
your
judgment
i
got
enough
troubles

I
read
my
favorite
poem
over
and
over
until
I
hated
it

I
regret
that
lie
that
I
told
when
I
said
that
I
was
lying

he
looked
at
her
and
the
other
guy
looked
at
him
the
girl
looked
at
neither

their
names
are
Rita
Mabel
and
Jackie
and
soon
they
will
run
the
world

candy
she
said
was
what
she
wanted
and
that
would
make
her
world
brighter

I
had
put
the
past
where
I
thought
it
belonged
but
ghosts
can
transcend
time

I
felt
like
Tess
D'Uberville
when
my
sordid
past
came
back
to
haunt
me

they
probably
have
bad
schools
on
Mars
and
can
you
imagine
the
housing
prices

remind
me
when
I'm
down
that
I
really
have
a
beautiful
fucking
life

I
want
to
fall
into
dreams
with
you
under
the
covers
it's
winter

we
were
born
in
winter
we
married
in
winter
it
is
winter
now

I
want
you
to
have
your
way
with
me
like
you're
not
supposed
to
have
me

get
thee
behind
me
Satan
I
want
to
resist
but
the
moon
is
low

-Ella Fitzgerald

aren't
you
a
handsome
man
I've
heard
that
before
but
it's
never
made
me
blush

she
came
in
all
glitter
and
gold
wearing
costume
jewelry
like
a
queen

the
rose
is
my
daughter
Rita
the
apple
is
my
daughter
Maggie

it's
the
desert
and
how
my
body
feels
dead
being
away
from
it

he
said
it
was
his
worst
nightmare
and
I
said
it
was
my
dream
come
true

the
city
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
walls
the
country
ghosts
I
feel
in
the
trees

she
looked
so
pretty
in
the
dark
bar
but
I
didn't
take
her
picture

it
was
another
cold
grey
winter
day
and
I
got
some
reading
done

there's
a
ghost
in
my
house
that
uses
the
oven
around
1
o'clock

I
could
hear
her
slurping
her
beans
while
I
meditated
in
the
next
room

he
visits
me
as
a
hummingbird
I
think
of
him
when
I
water
the
plants

I
keep
thinking
of
a
book
I
read
when
I
was
twelve
I
can't
remember

I
have
an
envelope
I
keep
letters
from
my
daughters
and
husband

he
crosses
his
legs
in
his
sleep
he
rubs
his
feet
together
when
he's
tired

he
kept
his
weed
at
the
bottom
of
a
cereal
box
we
were
fifteen

I
want
to
be
inside
him
wrapped
up
in
his
limbs
his
body
my
skin

I'm
going
to
be
a
gift
giver
like
my
mother
in
law
the
best

it's
so
funny
we
can
be
so
deeply
in
love
and
not
know
we're
in
love

she
said
my
name
is
granny
she
wanted
the
people
to
call
her
granny

the
old
woman's
lips
pouted
sweetly
she
kept
the
expressions
of
her
youth

I
read
of
the
girl
being
hung
for
crimes
that
weren't
even
really
crimes

he
thought
I
was
reading
but
I
wasn't
I
was
just
staring
at
the
page

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