national anthology of the best undergraduate writing 2014

Nocturnal: A Series of Haiku

Kate Garnett  • 
University of Houston

I. She is Becoming

 

something nocturnal.
Watch as she teethes on moondark.
She is going, gone.

 

 

II. I Hear

 

behind the treehouse:
the coyote’s aria,
touched by the moonlight.

 

 

III. I Told Her to Leave

 

but her hands were like
night animals, who moved mist
aside to touch me.

 

 

IV. My Jealousy Lengthens

 

like the dead girl’s hair.
My own thoughts are rows and rows
of her crooked teeth.

 

 

V. My Wishlist:

 

Feed me full grown to
the forest, my heart is thinner
than a patient gown.