Not a Sonnet
While I wait for letters coming to me,
—For decisions of anonymous men,
I try not to be scared. Curiosity
Isn’t working for me either.
Possibility is just another word for risk
For oh well guess I’ll become a bus driver.
A soccer mom.
A hooker.
I cannot defend against opportunity.
So instead I sit here—
Mapping a place I know nothing about.







