SONNET

This will all look good one day

Fridays after work

the walks alone

a slow weave in the evening

through an amethyst light

glancing at lonely shop girls

perhaps filing their nails

and muttering men who circled

in the dead leaves

and women cursing their shoes

the rushing winter coming in cold

and how I wore a grey scarf

wrapped three times

around my throat.

Alexander Maksik is a Truman Capote fellow at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop.