The close and contained are underloved and dumbwitted
And so is the disharmony of life, the knowing of neither greatness nor light quelled by 
The riding off into the canary-hued dawn. There is so much to grieve, but sit. Sit. Sit
Here, I can plan a thread of sage advice, of sparked joys, as per your request.
Are you a relatable type? Sure, and here’s a small concession of honesty. Would that interest
You? Good. Your passion can be blamed on what is comfortable or complacent, but lie
Still. Exhale. Decades ago, a brilliant means was pure fate, or poor misconduct, & everywhere
Everywhere, now, are halves of us, & halves of our sex. Our voices now cling
To the missives we send. Does this feel dismissive? Unrealistic? Mercurial? Insincere?
All of our halves are braided in a central tension, in a knot like childhood.
A brilliant way to end the suffering is with gravity. A mere lie down can
Solve all. And yes, you should interject more. Pull yourself to the center. Put
The day in loathing. Colonize what slugs, but breathe, you nice little thing,
Remember, you can stall, and hum and fray all you want. 

S O N N E T   II

B Y   L E A H   U M A N S K Y   

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Leah Umansky is the author of the The Barbarous Century, forthcoming from London's Eyewear Publishing in 2018. She is also the host and curator of the COUPLET Reading Series in NYC. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in such places as Poetry Magazine, Pleiades, The Journal, Barrow Street and Magma (UK).  Read more at