What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Monday, June 6, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Eli


When she accidently pocket-dialed her
husband, she didn’t know his voice mail faithfully
recorded every goddamn freakin word
of a conversation she thought he
would never ever hear …I said I was
going to the gym. He wouldn’t question
that. He likes to think that I work out
to look good for him.
--I wouldn’t mention….

A second voice—most definitely male…
familiar…who is it? –..to your husband
exactly what our workouts here entail.

So there it is. He stares at the phone—stunned--then
reckoning how much longer she’ll be gone,
gets up & throws her clothes out on the lawn..

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