Sonnet from the Porch de Shameless Sentimentality

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Last night I thought of you and looked around
toward the fridge to view that photograph
of you, the one that always makes me laugh
or cry—but it was nowhere to be found.
(The suction cup was old and worn that bound
your healing hand to freezer door.) And af-
ter panicked scrambling on the floor for half
a minute, there I spied it, safe and sound,
far back beneath the sink: a kitty toy
pawed carelessly afoul and out of play.
I washed the suction cup so it would stay
in place; and, as it were the real McCoy,
I kissed the photo, source of all my joy
who mustn't, mustn't ever go away.