(decision letter erasure after Bleating Thing)
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haiku #10
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The souls I wouldn’t try to fix,
the compliments I didn’t give,
and all the hearts who never asked
for mine to be so earnest—
Wind Sang
When the hawk lifted above the goats
grazing on the mountain,
into the mist-filtered,
sun-kissed sky,
Honor
You draw your knee closer to you in the sand,
tilt it, push it back
as the tide rushes out.
Flame Wheel
Grief drops, panic rises,
and I’ve got my deflection grin on.
How many topics would you
like these words to center?
Powder
(after “Sand”, written by Jordan Johnson, Taylor Cameron Upsahl, Michael Ross Pollack, Dove Olivia Cameron, and Stefan Johnson)
I’m like one big puzzle;
what’s up with all these lines and curves?
Fragments of myself always
sometimes when lydia wants to answer a question, she
When I was three, I wanted the colorful, fun-shaped
cereal with the kids’ commercial, but my mom said,
you won’t like that, and I said, I will, so she said, fine,
and she got it, but I didn’t like it.
Stimulate
I wonder at times if the ripples understand
you and I better than we
understand each other,
Iris
You climb the fence a rung and a half—one for each year you’ve
been alive, and I say, The fence is not for climbing;
you might fall down on the other side. But you say you wanna go boom there,
Alphabet Ravine 