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A State, A Statue, A Statute: The Unusable Poems - Haikus Pt. 1

Three haikus which I'm leaving on the cutting room floor, from the final edits of my upcoming poetry book A State, A Statue, A Statute:

She chopped the onion
Crying from the fumes and crying
From silent laughter

If you find me in
Your favourite hiding place
Will you go back there?

Keeps his mouth open
Snaps out his wrist, checks his watch
Cracks his Zippo flame

Twitter

I joined Twitter yesterday.  Please follow me, then I'll follow you, then we'll follow each other and never get to our destination, only moving in an endless semi-circle that we'll eventually try to perfect out of boredom, forgetting that a circle can never be perfect.

It's a metaphor.  Here's the link to the page: https://twitter.com/Adam_M_Abbas  

New Developments

I'm going to create a new website in the next month.  I lost the desire to maintain this website, mainly b/c living outside the internet is more important, I put my work foremost, I gained a new entry-level career, I'm doing copious amounts of research, I'm having a book of poetry published by Steel Bananas, and I've written a play entitled Instead of Meals.

Coming soon.

Show/Tell

I've been thinking of a child, girl or boy, going to show and tell in class.

Standing up in front of the class and being prompted by the teacher to discuss his or her item.

Staying silent despite the teacher's increasingly confused and frustrated coaxing.

The class straining to see what the item is.  Putting as much effort into watching the child's face and the teacher's shift into authoritative behaviour.

The child staying silent, holding up the item for everyone to see.  The kid in the back who always seemed new.

Everyone is sitting too far away to see what the owner of the item sees, all its intricate details which fascinate him or her.  Only those in the very front can make out more details.

What do each of the classmates see?  The same thing?  Why is the child staying silent?  Why is there a lack of description?  What's to be gained by confusing and riling up the audience?

The teacher saying if there is no description, then please sit down. The item has to be explained - what is its meaning, why is it selected, where did it come from, why would the class like it.

The child sits back down, humiliated but still quiet...