haikuesday

i see it’s lunch time;

pasta noodles covered in

tomato sauce, please.

* * *

does it ever feel

like we were meant for more? yes?

i’ll have two pies, then.

* * *

august wept most days

and raged through sweltering nights.

no words could soothe her.

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