Weekend Haiku

Watching House Before Catching the 9:40 Bus

Loving Hugh Laurie
means loving his dank stubble;
I go to such lengths

Rocking Out

That lead singer looks
so cool in her orange and pink
leotard outfit

Equal Opportunity

Lesbians, gay men,
straight men—all ignore me,
despite my cute shirt

After The Show

I have another
inappropriate crush on
a wry Englishman:

In the harsh desert
David Attenborough winks
and purses his lips

I fall asleep on
the couch as he explains the
love lives of spiders

The First Sunny Day In A While

At the barbecue
I am introduced to sock
wrestling, mustaches

“You are so vibrant
and so full of life. Are you
sure you’re thirty-one?

I think it’s so great
you’re traveling, at your age!”
I spit out my teeth.

Ninety Percent Vegetarian

There were no veggie
panini at Fidel’s so
I had the chicken

Two Birds With One Stone

I found a yogurt
maker and rap name on the
same day: EasiYo

Nicole’s Last Night

I say goodbye to
a friend from the hostel. Two
left, then March, then one.

Bedtime On Sunday

Gets dark at nine now
I play my moody mix, drink
tea, close the curtains

Billy Bragg spells it
out for me; I curl under
my duvet alone.