10/11
Sonnets From Other Lives: Emily

This was a really bad idea.
She tunes down the D string, buying time.
But no--she had to listen to Maria
who kept bugging her to play at open mike.
She mumbles a self deprecating intro,
takes one more deep breath &  hits her chord,
going deep into the song with her eyes closed.
(in fear she'll see the audience look bored)
O you  are my light.  You are my candle,
The flame that makes me burn--that makes me glow.
One song is all that she can handle,
She flees the stage.  How can she ever know
which boy is thinking,  How cool would that be
if that girl would write a song like that for me?