The Inaccuracies of Poetry (a Haiku) It wasn’t the whole truth, but half-lies can be more honest anyway.
Letting The Sunshine In
Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path And my windows are stark in comparison Too high to show into my soul Where my bare windows make more sense: That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon Falls directly on my sorrows And is the only thing that reminds me of home.