To write a sonnet used to be an assignment, and not one I did well. These past years, it seems to happen whether I want it to or not.
Does that mean I’ve internalized the form? Am I in a rut or in a groove? I try to give myself space to explore whatever comes these days. I find myself there.
“Hide” appears in the Spring 2023 issue of Cottonwood.
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