31 (sorry R)
Sorry R. I am so so sorry R.
Immodest me, modest of modesty,
giving you so so nothing, and so knotted
a so so-not de nada denial.
By whiches bewitched and witches beshrewed,
so so not the case for the trial.
Sorry R, you know who you are. How rude
that the heavens would offend a child.
So so a pear and a skirt disregarded.
How so do I creep in my prosody?
So so sorry R, you know who you are.
I’m just one drink at a martini bar.
So sorry R, this crying old, and far.
originally published in Intercourse Magazine