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Monday, December 26, 2016

Another Year, A Haibun

sourdough smell of age
the cold rain pattering
against motel windows

"Oh, I'm so happy with you!" She says in a seemingly joyful yet familiar tone, burying her face against my chest.

The intercourse seems to be shorter than last time, but I don't really mind. Just get it done. Afterwards, I find no trace of loss or displeasure.

I sit in bed smoking, saying nothing, waiting out our time together.

few words on parting
bare branches laced together
against the dark sky

Haibun Today, 10:4, December 2016