a sense of haiku

measuring my worth by the lengths he’ll walk to me feeling good as gold 🦊❤️    

dawn twenty-twenty drift back to seventy nine rodgers beats seko 🦊❤️  

thanksgiving nearing halloween still hanging out pumpkins turn to pies 🦊❤️  

like a jet’s contrail the chimney’s breath heats the sky birds perch to keep warm 🦊❤️    

crystal clear morning the moon and stars countable red and blue lights on  

people tied in knots stomachs taking flips and flops stones are on edge too 🦊❤️  

 puffing out my chest wanting the whole world to know i ate fruit today 🦊❤️