Night without end. My heart clings
to the lower tip of the crescent moon.
In bleeding calculation
I evaluate the price.
Vast -- in its passion ratio
to that of my withering body!
November 2009 Issue of Word Catalyst
A Room of My Own: Eviction Notice Haiku
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eviction notice
thoughts of home entangled
in a cobweb
FYI: This haiku could be read as a prequel to mine below:
eviction night
boxes of my immigrant drea...
