Another Year, A Haibun Poem by Chen-ou Liu

Another Year, A Haibun



sourdough smell of age
the cold rain pattering
against motel windows

'Oh, I'm so happy with you! ' She says in a seemingly joyful yet familiar tone, burying her face against my chest.

The intercourse seems to be shorter than last time, but I don't really mind. Just get it done. Afterwards, I find no trace of loss or displeasure.

I sit in bed smoking, saying nothing, waiting out our time together.

few words on parting
bare branches laced together
against the dark sky

Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,relationship,sex
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