Not Couldn’t But Wouldn’t: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I wasn’t doing/
anything so I couldn’t/
get her. I wouldn’t.

Written after my daughter’s phone call from a eating disorder treatment center: “What are you doing that you can’t come and get me?!?”

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