Once plans light the fuse
nerves sizzle, anxiety
flares. Can’t stand the wait.
Imminent departure
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Once plans light the fuse
nerves sizzle, anxiety
flares. Can’t stand the wait.
I draft spreadsheets, each
detail a talismanic
ward of protection.
She’s moving back, two
thousand-mile-wide break in their
nine months together.
Four-wheel ballet, cars
spin swirl glide across four lanes
trying to get home
Inside ease comfort
outside unpredictable
so hard that first step.
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Strands layered, length chopped,
I change, shed years, fears, regrets.
Why’d I wait so long?