Three Whatever-They-Are Kus

Dinner never tastes as good

as the picture on the

frozen dinner box.

***

Your voice lodged in my bones.

I opened my ribcage to find you.

You were gone.

***

Bad Taste

Ewwww, the dog peed on the bed again!

That’s so disgusting!

says the cat, licking her anus.

published, with many thanks to Tohm, in “haikus, nearkus, fauxkus, fuckyous.” You can purchase this excellent anthology for a mere $5, at:

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also published on Medium