you dress the way you always dress to go,one sock, then thought, then the other sock, then thought.i watch you the way the shore must watch the slowreturning of the water it forgot.
there is a version of this where i speak,where i say the sentence i have folded smalland carried like a stone against my cheekfor weeks. i do not say it. not at all.
instead i memorize the door, the light,the exact degree the morning leaves you in,so later, in the long adjacent night,i can rebuild you from the discipline.
stay, says everything i am and own. "text me when you're home," is what i say. alone.
About the sonnetA fourteen-line poem, often built around a turn in thought partway through.
A sonnet has fourteen lines. Many are written in iambic pentameter and rhymed, though the rhyme patterns differ from one tradition to another. Many arrive at a shift, often called a volta, where the poem changes direction or sheds new light on what came before.
The shape Fourteen lines, usually in iambic pentameter, with a rhyme pattern that varies by tradition.
Listen for Fourteen lines, and the moment the poem turns to look somewhere new.
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Will write the same love poem fifty different ways and call it devotion, not repetition.
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