Today I'm Writing/A Multitude of Letters/Only in Haiku

dear readers, if you
are going to comment
comment in haikus.

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dear heart, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still pumping
blood in the morning.

dear lungs, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still drawing
breath in the evening.

dear brain, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still writing
poetry at night.

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dear autostraddle,
you make me feel like i can
do amazing things.

dear autostraddle,
fuck yeah, rodeo disco
let's do it again.

dear intern army,
pillow forts and cherry beer
and clear tequila.

dear intern army,
there is nothing else to say
except #lilythread.

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dear yesterday, you
make me confused. are you real?
i can't remember.

dear today, i should
probably take advantage
of all the sunshine.

dear tomorrow, by
definition you're just one
step ahead of me.

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dear tegan quin, where
does the good go? i hear
noises in the dark.

dear sara, under
water i wrote haikus for
nobody, really.

dear t&s, you
probably saved my life once
or a lot of times.

(dear city girl, the
signals scared you away but
your wolves still remain.)

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dear k.c danger,
in the middle of the night
meet me on #smallearth.

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dear katy, i love
san francisco and berkeley
but mostly just you.

(dear katy, sometimes
i think about you and cry
but i don't know why.)

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dear amanda, the
earth is warmer when you laugh.
take my word for it.

dear alessia,
i think everyone should see
the world* through your lens.

dear valerie, you're
smarter than you think you are
and more beautiful.

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dear ashlee, this is
the last letter i'm ever
going to write you.

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dear god, what the fuck
sometimes i don't understand
anything at all.

dear mom, remember
when i was a child? cause
i sure as hell don't.

dear dad, you used to
fall asleep reading to me.
books are my best friends.

dear god, where are you?
i've been looking for you but
i can't jump that high.

dear mom, i am not
talking to you anymore.
i don't think you're real.

dear dad, i'm sorry
that we have nothing to say.
i was so angry.

mom, should i build a
wall? is it a waste of time?
will she break my heart?

dear dad, i never
say i love you but maybe
when i move away.

dear god, poetry
makes it seem less personal.
you never answer.

dear mom, remember
when you died and i didn't
realize for five years.

dear god, last night i
dreamt i had wings and flew all
the way to heaven.

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fuck it. i can't write
heartfelt letters to a dead
person in three lines.

fuck it. i can't write
heartfelt letters to living
people in three lines.

fuck it. i can't write
dumb letters to my organs
cause they won't respond.

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dear heart, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still pumping
blood in the morning.

dear lungs, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still drawing
breath in the evening.

dear brain, sometimes i'm
surprised that you're still writing
poetry at night.

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fuck it. i'm fucking up
this haiku.
what are you going to do?

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*world has one syllable. i had to look that up.