Yesterday night after making dancing, drinking and making fun of the lead singer at the Babasónicos concert, Oso and I headed back to my apartment. Once there, he slouched on the black futon and drank water. He noticed an inflatable Cranium helmet and we took silly pictures in it. We had forgotten the lead singer, his crazy clothes and attitude. Instead the Apartment 3 topics resurfaced: boys, pop culture, politics and sex.

Oso had a complaint for me.

“What ever happened to the haiku? You owe us like a couple hundred days…”

I know. I responded. Last year I made it a goal to write a daily haiku. At the end of each month, I’d post them on the old blog. I kept it up for the first half of the year, but then I just stopped. I was running out of fresh things to say about days that were rather routine. And then when I did have something new and interesting to write in 5-7-5 format, I found that it was a little too private to share.

I’m not just writing haiku anymore, it doesn’t seem like I’m writing much of anything, including things about my personal life on this blog.

Anyway, for Oso, I wrote a haiku. Here it is… and no, I will not explain it. (Maybe.)

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