Harlot Bug’s haiku addresses the people we become to become the people we want to become.
Editor’s Note: There’s a rhythm in this poem’s staccato lines that make it feel so certain about itself, so sure of what the reader may take from it. We do everything it says, all of us. Sometimes it’s for the best. Sometimes not. This piece left me asking: When do I? And quickly I realized it was more realistic to ask: When don’t I?