It's cold tonight.

One of the ideas I've been kicking around for a while--

"Punchline"

I found Paul face down
sprawled wide across our table, his hands
sticky and cold

"Quit messing around," I said
prodding his already stiff back, the blood
draining out of my face, no longer bold

Then a phone call and a flurry of lights
policemen, paramedics. Finally, the sad-eyed coroner
who clasped my hands with surgical precision

And only a word of explanation, "Anaphylaxis."
hearing that, so final and bleak
I had to laugh despite my tears

He finally ate that peach
he'd been craving
all these years

And another dumb haiku--

"In Between"
Oh, relationships
I won't be your last resort
Why can't I be first

20 Questions

Rules
1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.
2. Tag six people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

I stole this from frozendoll, and I'm also not tagging. Just looking for one last silly thing to do before bed.

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Yeah, okay. This show sucks. Go to bed.