When Haiku takes a little longer to absolve.A Poem by h d e rushinMy sister took the scissors and cut her hair in the back. Fucked it up really "Is it straight! did I get the ends straight" she asked me? We have learned to speak to our bodies like this - try it yourself - the tongue can give the language of prolonged crookedness the power to speak/ o've the years; wanting the sky to be full of sun, not the love angels of the usual archives. The scar on her shoulder where Danny pulled a clump out with his fist in a rage. She runs to the bathroom as if she is flying. The air fills with the sound of the toilet flushing. No one talks about it for a month. Danny dies of heart disease.
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