Talking with a Seattle friend about my experience, I told her that I’ve learned a lot about women in Utah, women in Arizona, women in Washington, women in Wisconsin. This haiku is the result:

It’s just me. Always/
it’s been me. Now I know it,/
it’s not any more.

She hemmed my pants for/
free. He brought them to me. Now/
I go out groovy.

Does it confuse you/
to be a muse? Better get/
used to it real quick!

A friend was complaining about feeling crappy (sick), and then she said “but it’s stupid to feel crappy about how crappy I feel”… and inspired me!

If you’re not gonna/
feel crappy o’er how crappy/
you feel, who e’er will?

On occassion I/
see blonde inspiration stand/
before me. She’s fun!
OR

Occassionally/
I see her inspiration/
before me. She’s fun!

Bad muffin surprise:/
you expect cranberry and/
bite jalapeño!

Seeing dance photos/
of you and me brings emos:/
What I wish would be.

2night I again/
heard the voice of my mother/
sing a lullaby/
thru another./
An angel song/
stripped away grief./
I’d 4gotten the peace.

Too early in the/
morning do I have thoughts of/
red haired landing strips.
obviously, they could be blonde-haired, or brunette as well. It doesn’t really matter… does it?

In magic’s kingdom/
she’s mousing around. Does she/
think of or miss me?