Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #299
In Retrospect by Belinda Roddie In retrospect, I shouldn't have tried to get back together with that little bitch. Instead, I simply should have gone with you, though truthfully, you'd think I was a witch. I can't blame you - I'm horrid. I'm a drunk, a chainsmoker, and yes, I'm quite profane - I cuss like an old sailor who has dunked his head too many times in brine. It's plain to see that I'm not too compatible with anyone who still has half a brain or even still a fragment of a soul, so I'll just sit in my corner and drain my fourth glass of the night. In retrospect, I'd know to love better if I weren't wrecked.