Sonnet for my future wife

Now, measure every angle and explain again how the trees will eat all of it: our silly things and, eventually, us. If I confess this, I’ll start to cry. You already know nothing is new here. Just sex and the consequences of sex: let’s yell about that. I noticed the cows joined the chorus. I know this for a fact. They’ve got no respect for authority. I’m crazy, you know. Most people say “no you’re not” but you say “sometimes I spill and sometimes I can’t open the gates” and “yes you are” – Don’t tell your mother about this Warning: my heart is an alligator.

Riley Rennhack (she/her) lives in rural Texas with an old dog and a mule. Her students at the local high school call her “Miss R” and they would be shocked to know she writes poems.