Three Micropoems
i only see whole people
they can poke holes in
flimsy paper me.
“let me reward you for thinking just like me.”
little insects dance on the white page;
he brushed them away with the back of his hand, but they came back with
every gentle swipe.
i crushed their little bodies flat on the white page and left marks
but they still came back.
find me
in hearts colder than my own.
Kari Sonde is a journalist and a Damn Good Cook. She sometimes tweets haikus.