Nov/Dec 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 6 PoetryNovember 1, 2017 |

Six Unrhymed Sonnets

1 I drove all the way to Cape Disappointment but didn'thave the energy to get out of the car. Rental. Blue Ford Focus. I had to stop in a semipublic place to pee on the ground. Just squatted there on the roadside. I don't know what's up with my bladder. I pee and thenI have to pee and pee again. Instead of sightseeing I climbed into the back seat of the car and took a nap. I'm a little like Frank O'Hara without the handsomenose and penis and the New York School and Larry Rivers. Paid for a day pass at Cape Disappointment thinking hard about that long drop from the lighthouseto the sea. Thought about going into the Ocean Medical Center for a check-up but how do I explainthis restless search for beauty or relief? 2 No need to sparkle, Virginia Woolf wrote in "A Roomof One's Own," oh, would that it were true, I loved the kidswho didn't, June, can't remember her last name, tilt of her head like an off-brand flower on the wane, her little rottenteeth the color of pencil lead

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By Diane Seuss

1 I drove all the way to Cape Disappointment but didn'thave the energy to get out of the car. Rental. Blue Ford Focus. I had to stop in a semipublic […]

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