House Bound Haikus

Lungs heavy, chest too full

Languid days feel much like sin

Sweet and undeserved


Deadlines fast approach

Pages empty, no desire

No motivation

It hurts to type this

My nail tech is so gifted

I really miss her

I won’t touch my brows

I will not touch my eyebrows

I will not touch my brows

The world is on fire

Nothing makes sense in the fray

But I have deadlines

Quarantine sadness

Makes it hard to be present

With all my loved ones

Scrolling perfection

Makes loving my body hard

I need to log off


I feel so attacked

Why did they discontinue

Waffle Crisp cereal

Georgia Golden Hour

Feels luxurious on my

Melanated skin

If I only knew

My last time at TJ Maxx

Would be my last time

Kerry Washington

Acts with her teeth, and the memes

Make it hard to watch

Hot fries sting my mouth

Leaves my throat burning sometimes

Like class discussions

This doctoral thing

Can feel insurmountable

When you talk back*

Damn, finals are here

And I ain't write a damn thing

Until the last minute

Beyoncé and Meg

Done lifted my spirits and

Wishing for better knees

I have writer's block

For all these assignments due

In a few hours

*missing one dang syllable

Kristian Contreras

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