a hay(na)ku or two
knocked
sunshine wide
into her gap-toothed
smile.
echo chamber
speak of how
he
loves ten
pruned fingertip plums
deep
easy purple
of good intention.
——
pride
meets self-pity:
loneliness, their lovechild.
——
I
have but
one for you
(pickled,
tin-canned)
‘tis mighty well
to
have asked
for the extra
——
now
is where
i am most