You don’t have to worry.
Your secrets are safe with me.
Your secret of how you construct a beautiful necklace from rainwater.

A man decides to wear a baby instead of a hat.
Sometimes the baby pisses and shits on his head,

He wakes up dreaming of college girls—
wasting another bogus life. 

You realize, even as you start this
that it won’t end up as a sonnet—
and by “sonnet” I don’t mean just a poem