The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

I’m supposed to write some haikus for my English class. Since I’m only two pages into my four-page poetry opus, I thought I would take a break and write some. They are supposed to focus on sensory imagery, but I’m not in the sunniest of moods this weekend.

glazed ceramic cat
she sent to me in winter
stares with painted eyes

feel the warm dark breath
grinding, metal on metal
“Next stop, Bedford Ave.”

Amy Hempel writes
short stories with such brevity
they could be haikus

[the rest of these written while flipping through d.o.c. (nsfw)]

crossed the creek undressed
clutching a handful of hair
furious ramming

two boys adrift on
an ocean of anonymous sex
possibilities

wet perineum
straining to get to the best
hour of happiness

man in the next booth
prettiest guy of the day
the wall between us