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.