the jagged edges
of her parting words
in perfect English
gash my immigrant heart ...
her face white as the snow moon
A Room of My Own: Gig Life Haiku
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the stop, go, stop
of a gig worker's life
rush hour traffic
*Added*: *Re-Homing in the Maple Land*, XXX
after work
we're cocooned in a place
called Sweet...
