Haiku – Page 13 – aka, The Abject Muse

Into Me

The moment we met it was obvious that you weren’t into me. Yet.

From the day we met I wanted us to be more than guard and inmate. We could be close friends maybe with benefits, but then I got paroled.

So far from home and everything familiar. this is the freedom I thought I wanted. who knew being on my own means real adulting?

A mind for Mensa her body, a work of art— sixty-two tattoos

As the sun opens her sleepy eyes to the dawn, Robins feast on worms.