This Sonnet is Better Than Your Sonnet

After St. Vincent Millay
Bruce Smith

When I saw you again, distant, sparrow-boned
under the elegant clothes you wear in your life without me,
I thought, No, No, let her be the one
this time to look up at an oblivious me.
Let her find the edge of the cliff with her foot,
blindfolded. Let her be the one struck by the lightning
of the other so that the heart is jolted
from the ribs and the rest of the body is nothing
but ash. It’s a sad, familiar story
I wish you were telling me with this shabby excuse:
I never loved you anymore
than I hated myself for loving you.

And about that other guy by your side
you left me for. I hope he dies.

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2 responses to “This Sonnet is Better Than Your Sonnet

  1. that sonnet is indeed far superior to my sonnet

  2. don’t blow man.
    don’t blow!

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