What if I wrote a sonnet
on the lid of a Starbucks cup?
It wouldn’t be about love — far from it;
it would be about words and people — sup-
ping on divinity, getting their money’s worth, but barely,
and the writing would be cramped and illegible, I’d be fretting
over spelling errors and using words properly.
I’d forget to count the lines— it would be hard, getting
the rhythm and rhyme right, hard for me to divine
one line from the next, the end
from the start, and I’d wind up with blurred lines
unable to determine a beginning, and I’d have a tend-
ency to break words apart, to make them fit, my pen
would would rebel over the wet parts and then it would end
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