Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #191

My Alibi
by Belinda Roddie

My alibi is this: I was not at
the club last night because I was taking
care of an old friend, crazy as a bat
and terminally ill. He was breaking
everything in his house when I arrived
at exactly ten thirty-two at night.
I'm surprised that I managed to survive
his period of rage. I set things right,
calmed him down, and reminded him that I
was there to help him. He fell asleep just
before eleven, and I left him by
the TV, snoring on the couch. I trust
in you, so I'd wish you could trust in me,
instead of these weird rumors you believe.

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