Autobiography as Haiku

Today feels like a Monday. I’m late, undercaffienated, and covered in cat hair.

There’s sun in my teacup. I wait for it to set, and drink it cold.

The monkey on my keychain laughs as he swings from the ignition, waiting for pickup – for test results – for errands – vaccines – passports – brother’s lunch – for mother’s health – for the engine to stop rattling – for

Deployment.

For departure.

For voyage. For education. For purpose. For peace.

For the Corps.

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This post was written as part of a nonfiction class at George Mason University and was initially posted as a page on bittyknittygritty.wordpress.com