After the House Fell Through
I would like to tell you that now
I am happy. But I am not.
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Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Storyline, v2**
Trigger warning. (Suicide, self harm. )
**If you are in crisis or think you might be, PLEASE call or text 988. Or chat at 988lifeline.org. Note: I am not in crisis.
Beginnings
I am sitting in a folding chair, cheap paper plate dappled
with prescriptions, writing on a $400 laptop connected
to a hotspot, watching the timer as megabytes run out.
Last Morning at the Airbnb
They say you can’t go home again.
But that is if you don’t have a home,
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I Used to be a Cheerleader
I used to be a cheerleader. I know.
I can hardly believe it myself.
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I Have Learned to Name the Ghosts
I have learned to name the ghosts.
Let’s call this one Freddie—
no particular reason or relation
to Freddie Mercury, though I do love
a good Queen, especially
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Story Telling
And if you want to know why
I keep telling the story,
it is because
someone else
might have lived it,
Working Theory
The working theory is this:
If we rage at something
we are not, we become
what we fling ourselves
against, protecting our bodies
I Want To Know What Causes It
I want to know what causes this pain.
Not just the ache we all eventually have
in the shell of our muscle and bone.
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Various Newer Haiku
Haiku written in May thus far. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.
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Why AI Will Not Take Over the World
And this six o’clock
Saturday morning,
I thought I’d be brave
enough to write about
birds, or how blessed
anyone is to get to grow
old, only I am thinking
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The World Has Changed from when I Last Was Here
I want to tell you things
look different now, more
early morning, more finch
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Backstories
Even dandelions have backstories,
if you think long enough about your
past. How when you were supple
I Do Not Know the Name of this Town
And I would like to label it just a bad mood,
this feeling of being closed in, trapped by
failing bone and muscle and a system set
tightly around the rich and healthy. Except
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