Haiku

I lie to save face;
Hate both myself for the lie,
and the lie itself.






Tomorrow I have to confess something, but I am afraid to do it. Afraid of what it might mean. But I will never get better unless I unload this dark serpent from my spirit hole.

Haiku

Breakfast
Beautiful jelly!
Golden, crispy piece of toast...
Now, I feed myself.


Flower Vulva
Oh wonderful rose
Opening, and curling out
My body, my soul.


Origins
I don't do laundry.
I am not from Hawai'i.
I'm from Viet Nam.


Gothic Ruminations
In my spirit hole
A ghost, needing transport, rides
in a wheelbarrow.