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