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Oath

I will quit you for sure, tomorrow.
(It’s the day you’re with her–tomorrow.)

I will bind up lips, breasts; hold onto
my breath, with no kind of tremor, tomorrow.

My scuffed bag will be packed, sag on my back
with the stuff dreams make heavier, tomorrow.

I won’t let noon pass by, shadows longing
to tie, knot me to another tomorrow.

You’ll sneak into night house, not much of
a mouse, so sure of my cat’s purr, tomorrow;

slip into our bed whose palely smoothed head
won’t burn with tears’ fever, tomorrow.

I swear it, I say, as I did yesterday,
that all caring is over, tomorrow.
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The above is a rather odd “Ghazal Sonnet,” posted for dVerse Poets Pub “Form For All,” hosted by Samuel Peralta.  Sam explains Ghazals very well–so check out his article.  The form has a repeated word, and a rhyming sequence, but I’ve added a  whole bunch of non-required rhymes because the meter just felt wrong to me.   

Oh yes–and you are supposed to put your name somewhere in the last line.  My name, for those who don’t know it, is Karin.  Caring? 

All I can say is that I do not think I lived in Persia in another life.