The Cliché: "l'haiku un jour"
The tragedy of haiku as weapons, wielded once a day by a B.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
128.
The imprint of the
seam from his backseat stayed pressed
into my flesh for
hours after we'd
been done. Sweat slicked and quiescent.
Limbs holding skin close.
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