four haiku


I use words as walls,

and as balm. These are my hands

I hold out to you.




I cannot control

the flailing rising from dream;

the dream controls me.




your absence ripples

the nightmare through the next day,

pebbles on water.




I need your presence,

your soft breath through the night,

and morning’s first hug.


(February 21, 2018)

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