It was my parents’/
job to tell me *to change shirts,/
not some teenage girl’s.
Or
not one of my friend’s.
Or
*my shirts stunk.
Tag Archives: friend
Outpouring Of Love: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
A friend told me she/
breathed for me. Another prayed./
One researched. All loved.
Friends’ Nice Advice: Revolutionary Improv Rhyming Haiku
Why do I ask friends/
for advice? What they give is/
never very nice.
Cleaning Up: Romantic Email Poem
If I only send you emails and chat,
it will likely keep me
from that
vulgarity
that so threatens
the kind of friends
we want to be.