If you sit behind/
God’s servant as he’s broadcast,/
put down your knitting!
Tag Archives: poet David Kuhns
Dads’ Pain: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Do dads ever get/
to be sad and to mourn their/
children and themselves.
How do women wear black, shiny things like this?
As I was folding/
My children’s laundry, /
I came across/
a shiny
black
sheath. /
Turning it /
first one way,
and then/
the other, /
I wondered to myself, /
“How would my girls /
wear this?”
Then it occurred/
To me:/
It/
Was/
A/
Black/
Shiny/
Pillowcase.