Midday Traffic
By Ayva MPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Aleksandr Popov on Unsplash
now it’s four o’clock
on the 405 and I
regret everything.
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Ayva M
is a queer Black poet living in California. You can find her at home, trying desperately to keep her plants alive.
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Comments (1)
We have a highway in Canada - the 401 - and I completely understand the theme of your haiku... ;)