The Bottom Sonnet Seven

Struggling for the Bottom

I reach for something solid

Weightless waterlogged flotsam

This environment’s squalid

Nothing is clear down below

& nothing comes easily

These circumstances bestow

This clarity queasily

But I must reach these dark depths

Though salvation’s up above

‘Cause what matters more than rest

Is all my guilt to absolve

So struggle to stand erect

The righteous aren’t too select


One response to “The Bottom Sonnet Seven

  1. After grading
    And then meeting
    Many students
    I am so spent

    I wrote this thing
    After thinking
    About grading
    Sometimes hurting

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