senryu summer
People narrate themselves differently when they’re happy
Some ideas are
simple, but carry so much
weight, they’re deceptive.
I knew my problems
with clinical clarity
so I ditched them.
We left the city
like it was on fire, there one
minute, gone the next
I couldn’t wait for
my shoes to hit the ground, I
mean toes hit the sand.
Summers start out cool
mornings in the 60s, it’s
charmed but not swim hot
Mornings at Héraclée
the air parts jasmine and salt
omelets on the beach.
Watching him stretch, an
appreciative pleasure
like watching a crush.
deeply romantic
there, I said it, so sue me,
we’re charged particles
Our days are lazy
our nights are crazy, they blurr
together sometimes
We’ve been together
four years, and we’re still learning
about each other
“Name something that comes
easily to you.” “Distrust,”
I answer, smiling.
He squeezes into
my lounge chair, we’re very close up
like two oiled otters
“Do you love me,” he
asked, “Let’s not be carelessly
broad,” I suggested.
That last was a joke
my answers are typically
insincere satire.
He gets it, gets me.
Why give the man straight answers?
That would be boring.
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Songs for this:
Juice by Lizo [E]
Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan
Sublime What I Got
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senryus are a form
of Japanese three line poems
each with 5-7-5 syllables
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