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Monday, January 12, 2026
DisHonest Haiku
DisHonest Haiku
Grotesque, this circus-
like boorish style of speech such
lying— All the time!
counterparts
photobooth
with a friend
four squares
of our teeth
and cackling eyes
aware again that
my life is strung like
christmas lights
between these
treasured evergreens,
this overgrown forest
of people I love
keeping me aloft.
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