Pay phone

Start of daily poem thing:

Yesterday I learned through 23andme that Francesco Petrarca, inventor of the Petrarchan sonnet, is a distant relative of mine. So, I decided to write a dumb sonnet, using his template, about a child attacking a sexual predator.

Pay phone

Voice pierces through moviephone

a boy inside a man inside a boy

who can’t see human from toy

inquiring over corded curls to come all alone

for statutory eye to moan

diamond in a ship, a ruby decoy

plume to be taught to destroy

room full of beer cans surrounds his throne

I accept his offer and enter his home

and when he touches my thigh I smile

foaming at the mouth for a while

before cracking a Natty in half

Instead of man entering child, glass enters dome

a different crime, I think and laugh.