Scott Woos Amy
“I would give you the moon, babe.
“I would give you the moon, babe.
Dawn’s dim light glows in the porch windows.
My life will never be the same.
My life will never be the same.
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
I probably shouldn’t have been drinking last night.
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.
Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
a haiku poem