Haiku – Page 15 – aka, The Abject Muse

As if

suddenly you’re gone (were you ever really here?) poof! like bad magic

It was a sloppy slip of tongue; a quick, lewd glance and the whole world knew.

Almost, but not quite. it looks like you missed your shot— or did I miss mine?

When “so close” becomes “too close,” people sniff and step away— it’s body odor

the chip of diamond in my ring, some days feels more like a cement slab.