Haiga Archive

these types of women

try to make you think they are the same as all the others but the main difference is that they go to bed with their makeup on and never dry their eyes.they keep guns in the linen closet and wonder why everything is the color of mercury. she will get into your head with those loose curls and a two-foot crowbar, and the mascara lines on the pillow are the webs children make with red yarn. like clapping games and rhymes and secret handshakes. she is part of something like that, except bigger.

kelp forest—
the lingering shadow
of seabirds

all the joy in the world
the smoothness of wet slate

tree to hand to wave the stick fetches the dog tree to hand to wave the stick fetches the dog

the flow of skin
or skirt, for a
moment without
gravity, the only
way down

outdoor theatre
watching the crow
watching the play

:in all of us
comes and goes, like a flash
or a pot of cerulean ink
uncovered, dissipates
what’s left