I’m

Too pretty
Too present
Too brainy
Too bold
To live in always-elsewhere mode

With you

Absent: A Haiku

The whole world

Spins somewhere

But here

Its soft hum

Is nothing

Like this

Such curved heights

It knows not

Of how

Let my rain

Rinse clean now

War paint

And speaking of here
Exactly why aren’t you here
Just what’s wrong with here

Gusto in her gills
Fortitude in his feathers
Will you explain this?