Tagged: haiku

some moments carry

i don’t know how to

i don’t know how to
be a proper human, i make
little notes on how

to conduct myself, scratch out
wins, circle losses with a

bruised marker, i catch
myself staring at myself,
there’s no turning back
.
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summer catches on

slice me a sliver

in layered time, we

one rarely feels

new chapters arrive