the sonnets continue
this seems to have become the way I now listen. the notetaking. then the sonnet. and so they continue. although it is may.
“Let me recite what history teaches” (Stein)
i’ve never done this before, come up
with a job description like a good
stubborn plagiarist, approachable
depleted but it’s only spring
so break the mattress the waitress
at last be generous with your form
arms extended always giving
like the rendering of Jesus on the walk
to center city just one experience
of tempo of self-proclaimed pastoral
but i do not hear a language
need all those signs to need me
first turn paragraph to portraiture