“Swish,” I whisper as I fall asleep. Swish, if I thrive.
Inside swish, wish. Hope tomorrow asks me out. Tomorrow, my biggest crush. Hope we kiss, evolve to hands under shirt, fingers under skirt.
Swish and wish. Bashō’s *haiku.
“Even in Kyoto–
hearing the cuckoo’s cry–
I long for Kyoto.”
Welcome to my blog. Here, poetry. Here, diary. Here, questions.
I hope you like Swish.
Hope you swish too.
*trans. Robert Hass