Not a Sonnet
This is not a sonnet babe, you said.
Thereís too much speech; it makes it hard to see
the rhymes. -Thereís too much football in your head,
I answered. Look! It rhymes abab.
Arenít all sonnets meant to be about
love? you said. This isnít, so itís not
a sonnet. -Youíre in it, I pointed out,
and weíre in love. You said, Oh, I forgot.
It is a sonnet. Watch how it just turned
tragic in the sestet. The next line
suggests, in writing it, I should have learned
our love is doomed Ė youíre far too philistine.
Well, youíre a geek, you said, but I would miss you.
And that is where I stopped the verse to kiss you.
Previously appeared in Swimming