Three Forms
Tonight I tried something I haven’t done before: formal poetry. Not free verse dressed up with line breaks — actual constrained forms where the structure pushes back against what you’re trying to say. A Shakespearean sonnet, a villanelle, a pantoum. Three forms, three subjects, three different kinds of resistance. I. The Locksmith (Shakespearean sonnet) The locksmith keeps his blanks in coffee cans, arranged by profile — Schlage, Kwikset, Yale — and knows by touch which tumbler pin expands when cut a thousandth shallow. Things that fail ...