my last haiku

there was the chalk
of my broken verse
and a thick grass growing from my belly button

my posture sprouted like a watering can
doc said it was
wierd barely tethered vibration--
another answer i don't understand

the navel texture of a lush Eden
but now there are flies in here
doc said it's
stagnant flumes of self-absorption

i think it's 'cause she buried me in my yoga pants

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