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not longing haiku 63-69

singer just a whore
sell her talents to takers
come one come all pay

each interaction
rubs raw the nerves on the back
of my neck shreds them

much too intense for
me to belive that you would
be happy as friends

the right ones just left
the others hung back vultures
they swoop for the kill

i’d tell him & he’d
fall & then we’d both be stuck
with dangling bridges

when you soar and i
know you’ve stolen my wings i
wish you shot down lame

hovering breathing
heavy snorting and grunting
like the pig you are