friday sonnet (#217: but instead)

natural enemy of the tape & this

is where we eat, the rest room’s over

there, invisible is easy, so much lingerie,

you never shoulda ran & various shades

of comprehension, instantaneous, you’re

all about it, all over it, slippery, remember

the tune then get outta my face, perpetual

surprise, you try to wake your husband

but there’s no reviving his sweater & all

those nights, tone deaf, i mean really,

cute shoes & a nose full of stockings, rent

& buckles & seriously, you need to piss,

measure any semblance of heroics &

the trenches remain, yours sincerely, t