Last night I celebrated my friend's birthday at her apartment with pizza, costume changes, and booty beats. She asked everyone in attendance to make a list of 31 (her age) things that make us happy. I thought it was going to be really hard; it sounded like so many things. But I was actually the first one to finish my list. Does that mean I'm happy?
Haiku for March 22, 2013
(for J.D.)
Hard cider. Dildos.
Naughty naps. Hot baths. The moon.
Cassette tapes. Haircuts.
An autobiographical short poem a day (except when I don't).
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