by cafe window
had triple shot espresso
trees with testicles
Day 322’s three random writing prompt categories were, “Triple threat,” “Testicle trees,” and, “Over coffee.”
You can’t use the words “trees with testicles” and not result in poetry, so I figured I’d haiku-ify this piece. Where I live there are a group of trees with bulbous growths on them next to a river and a bench where I sit to read. I tell my girlfriend, “I’m going to sit by the testicle trees.” She gets me.