haiku

in the garagewithout its host vehiclethe battery dies

a table for oneis less about the tableand more about the one

cucumber saladwith oil, vinegar, and sugarall that's left

lying in beddoing the crossword puzzleat 10pm

is bravery realor is it just a reactionlike any other

Dublinersare fascinating peopleas storied by Joyce

difficult to findthat delicate balancethat precedes too much

half empty, half fullit's not controversialsame same

what is my lifeif someone else controls it --invalidated

growth is breaking freefrom the prisons i've constructedfor myself

it's a hard thingto break out of a prisoni've made for myself

bang bangthat awful soundanother

after shaving the skinand making small incisionsthe vampire bat feeds

stumbling backwardarms flailing, forever fallingnever hitting the ground

holiday wreathmade from punch cardspainted silver

halfway up the treea peahen sits with her chicksignoring me

love echoesbehind the waterfallfalling from the cliff

in the field behind the barngrass and vines weave a basketframed by the old bicycle

bump in the roadcauses the steering wheel to jump --i look up from my phone

kitchen door latchrattling in the night --orange cat