A Sonnet

                                                                      I sat in windows
                                                                    doorways, closets
                                                                  prostrate upon the
                                                                  bed, or walking for
                                                           hours, naming the flow
                                                       ers I could. When misery
                                                 came and went in 1995, mira
                                   culously love took his place. Against
                               my better judgment, I, occasionally, in
vited misery back in. He’d look at me brilliantly like
one staring at the sun and recline on his golden door.
He’d leave inevitably for another, another more
but things were evident. I liked how he’d watch
me pile wood on the floor.