*attempt at a crowne sonnet that I tried as a collaberation with a couple of other poets via email. We would start with the each other's lines.
I wish he was here right now, please call back
to tell me if he will leave my keys. Please,
I need my keys, he can keep the damn car,
can keep the cds that are in the trunk,
even that signed Stix vinyl my dad gave
me. My dog’s locked in the shed, so I need them
back, I don’t have his number, so yes please
call him and tell him to come over quick.
And when he comes, I will have lied about
the dog, and the keys, about the car, and
about keeping it all. I want him here,
I want him here now to tell him about
how I watch the door of his house to see
when his wife goes to work, when his kids leave,
how I want to knock on the door and shout:
remember when we were married, when we
talked of kids. Let me kiss you again.
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