montana haikus

I have trust and commitment issues. yes I am that fuckin chick. Achebe was right—sometimes things fall the fuck apart and I figure if I expect shit to fall to shit, if/when it actually does, it won’t hurt as much as it would have if I hadn’t expected it. (enter aforementioned trust issues stage left.) usually I’d use some profusely poetic language to express how I’m feeling. but I don’t know where all those words are—I think they went horseback riding in Montana…and all they left behind were these haikus………………………

{1}
a born warrior
I bring weapons into our
bedroom. disarm me.

{2}
in your absence i
engage in L word mara
thons. I miss your wet.

{3}
legs open. heart closed.
I feel like a broken pro
mise. how to mend this?

{4}
I apologize
this isn’t a haiku anymore.
it’s just the truth.
I love you.