Sonnet V
Dreaming in the driver’s seat
and an acute fear
of buttoning my jacket The rest
on the cutting room floor
Just say what to do and it will be
summer Wondrous
Soft and fuzzy I don't mean
to make no fuss
Truth is a traffic accident
in which bones break
the skin Procrastination
in a foreign language
Betrayal of one’s best instinct
I saw a femur once