Half-Hearted Sonnet
Kim Addonizio
He’d left his belt. She
followed him and
threw it in the street.
Wine: kisses: snake: end
of their story. Be-
gin again, under-
stand what happened; de-
spite that battered
feeling, it will have been
worth it; better to
have etc…
(– not to have been born
at all – Schopenhauer.)
But, soft! Enter tears.