The Haiku Hotline is a miniature weekly poetry journal, solicited via text & voicemail. You can listen to this installment at the end of this episode.
Five days of water and food.
Hunkered down behind shutters
in Zone E.
Not part of the town,
Part of the class.
Only for a while,
Father back, changed,
Not the same.
Then they leave,
But the same.
Nick gave us his old stereo and his empty tape.
We spent hours explaining The Owls
And stomping our feet to make music.
In the other room, he was denouncing God,
Cutting his lips with the razor.