No Sonnet Saturday or When You Just Gotta

I forget to bring them with me today,
these sonnets where I find you every morning
fourteen lines of you spiraling
out among the weeds,
dodging dust bunnies in the dark.
So what does that mean for you
or me? The answers come so quickly
I forget to breathe between them.
Only this, this moment, this day
where each of your bracelets
circles ‘round my wrists,
forms the chain between us
to feel a quickened pulse
that says, soon.

Audrey Howitt lives and writes poetry in the San Francisco Bay
Area. Ms. Howitt has been published in: Roi Fainéant Press, Academy
of the Heart and Mind, Purely Lit: Poetry Anthology, Washington Square
Review, Panoply, Muddy River Poetry Review, Total Eclipse Poetry and
Prose, Chiaroscuro-Darkness and Light, dVerse Poets Anthology, With
Painted Words, Algebra of Owls, and Lost Towers Publications.