Haiku Kukai 3

Global Haiku • Millikin University • January 2015

amidst the books—
my secret world

just for a little while
holding me tight

runaway glasses
I zombie walk through
my living room

soft contacts
he can’t remember
           which eye he started with

barbeque smoke
clouds out the noise
of city life

in love with him
       you don't know him
he barely knows himself

blonde hair, blue eyes
dark basement
the wax house.

daddy’s girl
the veil slowly lifted—
glimpses of their memories

popping the tab
another long work week
. . . ah

Netflix documentaries
he asks if we can watch
the one about breastfeeding

peacefully asleep
my arm
tingling . . .

loud thunder clap
he tucks grandma’s quilt
around my feet

her hair strung across my chest
i breathe

red Cadillac
pulling into the drive

full bladder
I re-evaluate my plan
           to sleep in

neglected litter box
I hint that it's
his turn

your fingers dance between mine
two souls
one love

how bad it feels
       losing what—
he never had

aroma of incense
a large cross
we silently and secretly
pray for the same things

lying to him—
            g from the truth
I'm actually crazy about you

kitten paws
        a-c-r-o-s-s my keyboard


beads of sweat on her forehead
the audition starts

size double zero
the truth swirls down
the porcelain

leather wheel
moon li road
with wondering eyes

turning the pages 
I enter
into a new journey

slipping away
into another world
I turn the page

sweaty palms
I reach in

contraction number four
can’t seem to find his keys

thoughts racing
feet pacing
broken hand

the tension in the car
heartache and tears—
soon a break up

NEED to be

a woman
a true detective

his lips in the crook of my neck—

we smile when we meet—
        for the smile
begins the love

fresh cut grass
no more
artificial playgrounds

with one more strike
she walks away

© 2015, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
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