HAIKU FOR {{TARGET}}

a brief foray into poetry. do not tell anyone i did this.

plain bagel in hand
nine minutes have come and gone
the line does not move

a door held halfway
{{TARGET}} smiling at me
the hinges creak, too

three abreast they walk
sidewalk built for two people
{{TARGET}} in the middle

"didn't see you there"
the empty deli echoes
you absolutely did

my wifi has died
again, at the worst moment
{{TARGET}}. somehow.

the chip bag opens
inside a dark movie theater
i become the joker

i do not eat well
i do not sleep well
i do not {{TARGET}}, well

if any of these count as haiku, i am a poet. if none of them do, i am a crank. i accept both outcomes.