haikus in the morning.

I love the gap between your teeth and the fact that your hair is thinning. You say hi to the world, and it smiles. You are tall like an apple tree and hate wrinkles, in clothing not faces. I want to sleep in your shirt.

I want to see how you taste. You remind me of fall. So crisp and so sweet. I will peel the oranges on your back.

I don't know why I say shhh when you sing in the rain. Umbrellas warm me up. I put my hand in the back pocket of your pants and think of you in my sleep.

Vanilla ice cream mountain dreams, elbow pads and photographs. If only you knew. I masturbate to the sound of your voice.

Gold stars and hairs in weird places. You love skiing, those pants and your dog. You only eat strawberries, but you always say the thoughts inside of my head. Sometimes you laugh and I don't know why, but it makes me feel full.

Winded when you take my hand.

Our reflection in the glass.

You remember the skim milk in my coffee and order me a second cup. No hot cider at Williams Sonoma, but you make me feel special. On your dad's birthday anywhere is fine. As long as there's a bathroom. As long as your fingers are running through my hair.

I wish you wrote that song for me.

But socks still sop in puddles. Makes me not want to sink. So I'll swim.

TWO HAIKUS

that I did not write

Big rocks and rain drops
She still ate the blackberries
Thank god I'm part French

Wandering yoga mat
Poems for breakfast fill me up
But still walk the dog