Friday, February 26, 2016

Failed sonnet

Maybe twice I planned to purchase asters
At the farmer’s market, but they had narcissus
Instead and I grabbed a handful carelessly
And threw them sideways in a messenger bag. I’ve
Never had presentation skills; my shirt tail
Was at liberty and when I stopped by you said
The wind tunnel effect was less than
Adorable. I remember how your red pillow

Mocked me from the corner of your bed
And your Kraft Mac and hot pot were always
Arrayed with care behind the sliding bamboo
Closet door. My friends suggested you were
Going places, with your favorite scissors, with
The perforations raw in a messenger bag

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