break from form, chair out the window

April 23 am

All July I baked
perfect loaves, bold gifts stood in
when I could not eat.
-for MH


April 23 pm

On the way home, I was thinking of this lovely moment that I was trying to syllabize into a haiku for my entire drive, and I just couldn't make it work. It was perfect exactly as it was:

The night T and I met, we were in his apartment above Bush Street, it was very late, I guess we were looking at one of his chairs. "I hate that chair," he said.

"Let's get rid of it," I said. "I'm going to throw it out the window right now."

His face lit up like a beautiful child: "Do it!," he said. "so I can always remember you as the girl who threw my chair out the window."