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March 14, 2006
5 haiku 15
Sifting through the year's
emotional debris pile.
Shitty poetry.
I knew it before.
Joan Jett's not talking to me,
and I don't listen.
I broke my ankle
kicking the door after you,
a small reminder.
Me and my big mouth
know what it means to fuck up.
We could teach a class.
You probably think
this haiku is about you,
but I'm the vain one.
- This entry is part of the 4913 haiku project.
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