graphic by Liana Kindler
Here we go, counting
the lines between the words
and how the syllables fit together.
Maybe if I can figure out this puzzle
I’ll know what to do about you.
There had to be some reason as well as rhyme
to all those love sonnets I never liked.
Measuring iambs isn’t my thing but it could be
if it makes me sound smart to you.
I’d like to put the words together
in a way you’d like. You’ve got me
up at 2am writing bad poetry.
This won’t change anything about
you or me or art.
Here I go, trying.