his fool

prism

in who and what
should she believe

what was deception
which was actual
it's all her fault
that much she knows
she keeps quiet
you're not supposed to believe in
his sweet whispered lies
she only wanted to feel
what it means to be safe
you're only supposed to trust
in his words
what she wished for fact
now twisted shards of make believe
rip away what's left
of her heart

his lies, his words
that only she believed

Ms. Haiku

She spreads pieces of a puzzle
on a red and white checkered table cloth
covering a donated table
in her favorite restaurant.

Half the pieces she turns and sees colors
the other half remain grey cardboard.
She's finished the puzzle correctly many times
and puts it mutated together.

The restaurant owner
first frowns with dismay.
The wait staff
don't give it a second glance,

but then the restaurant owner
rethinks this masterpiece
and images it next to a series
of family portraits.

The artist puts on her pizza apron
and ties the strings behind her back.
What she could not tell her dad
she tried with a puzzle
the one they always finished for Christmas.