Relationship Haiku
by Charlie Brice
He only saw the “I,”
not the “we.” One cup
in the cupboard.
45 years together.
Who cares where
you put my iPod.
She held him like a
Ming vase covered in feces.
Nostalgia.
Upset because we argue?
Peace and quiet:
The grave’s caress.
not the “we.” One cup
in the cupboard.
45 years together.
Who cares where
you put my iPod.
She held him like a
Ming vase covered in feces.
Nostalgia.
Upset because we argue?
Peace and quiet:
The grave’s caress.
Charlie Brice is the author of Flashcuts Out of Chaos, Mnemosyne’s Hand, and An Accident of Blood, all from WordTech Editions. His poetry has been nominated for the Best of Net anthology, twice for a Pushcart Prize, and has appeared in The Atlanta Review, The Main Street Rag, Chiron Review, Permafrost, The Paterson Literary Review, I-70 Review, and elsewhere.