Soft tulips/
embrace/
her sweet mouth/
like the fingertips/
and face/
that a lover slips/
into place.

More than all others,/
she has her head on straight. Why/
can’t I accept her?

She showed me her shoes./
15 snakeskin pumps, MJ’s./
I understand her.

Or
She showed me her shoes./
15 snakeskin pumps, MJ’s./
I’m in her closet

I sent you photos/
of you and me at a game./
Somehow, we’re closer.

Do U worry 2 much?/
Is He out of touch?/
Let go./
Let God./
Father knows best./
Pray more./
Worry less./
Trust more./
If U dont,/
then God is good,/
but what’s He good/
4?

A new career! You,/
critic of improv haiku/
written while driving.

A 20-year-old — /
sleek, clean, white — just turned my head;/
looked like your Honda.

I saw your eyes close/
when my hands cupped your pained face;/
you opened your heart.

She, so long a dream./
When I asked for her feelings,/
I wasn’t ready.

U emoted 2 me/
honestly,/
but l8r thunk/
U were drunk;/
2 use/
that excuse./
Being from Wisconsin I know/
it’s moreso the case/
that honesty flows/
when yer Sh*t-faced!