June in haiku

The blog is on summer vacation. No more prose, just Haikus like little tinkling ice cubes. Since twinness is all about squishing in extra things, our ice cubes are actually HaikuPlus, pronounced "ploo", which (obviously!) goes 5,7,7,5. The babies invite you to post your own, especially if you're a supposed blogger who never actually posts (Staci... FG...) Surely you can squeeze out 24 syllables.

Here are photos:
The First June

Some days were so hot,
even the babies sweated;
slept, woke, cried, ate; cried again,
now for no reason.

Grabbing the nummy
was Monday. Wednesday was
propping up on arms. Some days,
growing is enough.


At the Thai Mission,
the babies opposed drug wars.
Later, they marched for trannies,
dykes and queers. Good kids.

We wonder: how much
do they know? Do they have things
they'd say if they could? Mommy?
Or: Who are these two?

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