26 May 2013

by jkatejohnston

Dear Max,

I have these notes of things to write about that never get written. They’re typed at the end of this diary, and they keep getting pushed forward by page breaks in bulldozer fashion. And I’ve decided that they either need to turn into something or get deleted. So I’m going to turn them into a few elegant haiku. Haiku form to be liberally interpreted.

Teresa: “Do you

think Max is actually

Sensei Wu?”


Teresa telling Enzo

about when I had a worm,

pulling a fat wet udon noodle

out of his bowl

by way of illustration.


Teresa cursing

softly as we assemble

the hopeless basketball hoop.

How my cow-like acceptance

of the situation

drives her into a frenzy.