"Into the Fat After (Or, Scenes from a Wedding)"

This just in from Sally Suzuki:

Beholdmyswarthyface,

Your recent post reminded me of a similar haiku sequence you wrote several years ago, called "Into the Fat After (or, Scenes from a Wedding)," which I had saved on my computer. Here it is:

Gathering in sad clusters the morning swells, this time for real

Up the shirt sexy, ever heard of being held hostage by one’s eye doctor

Rehearsing for tomorrow’s sit-com we can review it in our heads

A chord is heard bereft of its third and martinis or cosmopolitans are nice

Footfalls on the matted floor—oh I mean is she a virgin

Voices echoing, he farted x number of times

O gentle lungs, tell me the one thing that is forbidden nowadays

The lapping waves, overtly musical in the evening hum?

Light flashed through a silence parting us, two muddy bogs—and besides it’s the equinox

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After dusk past the bakery limbs all white—welcome to the underpass

Squatters hector cackling crows and yes it is raindrops

Neck bent I bow to you Sam, a black parka concealing your shape

Children rush the doorway—a single pore sprouting a hundred hairs

Wind ran circles around Uncle Arman, swollen with the day's labors

Veiled women slip through the screen—we’re going to forget you so there

I met the monk Billy for the first time yet we chatted like old friends

I collect moments, getting an unusually high volume today

I want to claw my eyes out

I also like lemon drops without the sugar around the sides or a margarita’s nice

I like her I like her a lot, but is she seaworthy?