It arrives
I play
I can invent and reinvent
I can heal and spark
Joy in myself
And in others
I have always been enough
I have always been more than a catch
It is in the seeing of my being
The pop of red
A little Monroe hidden behind…
Season 3
Haiku for Sumit and Jenny
What the F you guys
Nine years of this pure nonsense
Everyone is old
2 Haiku for These Mormons This Season
I.
My God, not again
No no sex just LDS
Yawn at the whiteness
II.
The Mormons try wine
And then spit it out — no sin
Why are they so weird
Haiku for The Ones in Ethiopia
The baby is sick
The…
We wade into Lake Tahoe
The water is perfect, the day is perfect.
You next to me, me next to you —
We are perfect.
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Jenny Justice, Poet. Sociologist. Teacher. Mother. Woman. Author of Love in the Time of Climate Change and Reveal.…