I LIKE MY HUSBAND but not the older sister too bossy for me the way she likes to tell me
we don't call him sweetie pie in this house who died and made her queen and the younger sister
too always talking money and how poor growing up but mostly i don't like the way they knew him
all those stolen years before he found me

porch-glider
the rosethorns
back and forth

Previously published in Modern Haiku, 36:1 (2005) and recipient of a Favorite Haibun Award.