Writer #5: Pits in my Stomach

A series of Haiku poems:


Water bottles half-full in fridge
No one will ever drink the rest
The puppy is always hydrated

* * *

Bites the chip lips open
Nothing to catch the crumbs that tumble
Close your mouth when chewing

* * *

I would never say this
But I can say it to you
We must be the same

* * *

A smoothie would be good
But the only available flavor is mango
I’d rather drink a shoe

* * *

It rings on like Saturn
I wait patiently for them to answer
The doctor knows no emergency


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