Who could have known that
We’ve binders full of women
Is that where they’ve gone?
After the loud debate
I stepped into the cold night
still, with many stars.
Halfway through haiku
Hundreds more to read again
flicking into piles
Once I dreamed of bears
holding my breath in my dreams
shape-shifting myself.
in the cold night sky
a large planet sits proudly
shading sister stars.
