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Pizza Haiku: Thirds by Marie Little

 


Pizza Haiku: Thirds

 

 

Our first date pizza

I don't do pepperoni

do you still want me?

 

~

 

Emotional holes

are often filled with pizza

temporary fix

 

~

 

Decades of teatime

served up many ways to love

a goodbye pizza

 



Marie Little writes poetry and micro fiction and (shh) enjoys pineapple on pizza. She has work featured/forthcoming in various literary magazines/websites/blogs. Marie plays with writing prompts on Twitter @jamsaucer

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