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by Catherine Owen



Sonnet on You Not


So I am still in the world of things

& you not, no longer needing to select

the latest brand of cereal or car,

to choose whether to sit on chair or couch,

use a glass or mug, the thousand everyday

moments of purchase & desire, now I am

left in the world of things while you

have lifted beyond the weight of coverlets

& seatbelts & the body, that even in loving,

how heavy it can be, yes you are unclothed

and outside of your cartilage & skin & all

that bric-a-brac of bones; you have flown

into the lightness where dust & the dream

conjoin and I am left behind, another thing

in the world of things.