five seven five

Daniel Scott

 

back when we were paper cups, we could draw our damage up,
maybe when i’m old enough,

 

can really clear a room.
.
crease my heart and hope to breathe, wear my gills along my sleeve,
we’re the greater you recieve,

 

with other things to do.
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here my quilt goes out of view, pulling flowers from the fruit,
now there’s me and then there’s you,

 

and there’s love in my haiku.

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