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To My Skeleton and 3 Haiku
by Eric Norris (January 2018)
The Broad Gave Me My Face, But I Can Pick My Own Nose
Andy Warhol, 1948
To My Skeleton
Forgive the wrapping paper. Life
Was all I had around the house
To use. It’s a Swiss Army knife.
You will have fun with it. Expose
The aching muscles, lies, and loves,
That stuff—so-called connective tissue—
Holding us together. Gloves
You can get elsewhere, if you wish to,
Son. You are a boy, they say—
These broken bones. I hope you will
Find time for climbing things today;
For fingerprinting ferns, fossil
Hunting, folding planes and boats
From paper, telling jokes with poo,
And writing “cryptic little notes”
In lemon juice—for friends—which you
Keep hidden in a wooden box
Proudly stamped: Cigars 5¢.
Happy Birthday. Love you lots.
(Hope these hieroglyphs make sense.)
Over the Sun and Under the Radar, David Hale, 2010
Tell the full story—
Days and nights I couldn't describe,
Way too bright, or dark.
Listening to Styx,
One of my flip-flops sails off
Down a little stream.
Yes, this haiku is
I kiss Basho's feet.
Eric Norris's short stories and reviews have appeared in: Foglifter, Ambit, Impossible Archetype, The Peacock Journal, Classical Outlook, E-Verse Radio, Singapore Poetry, Softblow, Assaracus, Glitterwolf, New Walk Magazine, The Raintown Review, The Goodmen Project, The Nervous Breakdown, and American Arts Quarterly. His latest book is Astronomy For Beginners.
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