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.
tomorrow between
Chicago Phoenix I’ll be
a dot in the sky
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?
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.