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Honest Sonnetby Robert SchechterPlease don’t read this sonnet to the end.In fact, if I were you I’d stop right now. The sad truth is, I really don’t know how to write a sonnet. Why should you pretend there’s any merit to these words I penned? Whatever praise you’d graciously allow I feel I’m honor-bound to disavow. (I’ve read ahead. There’s nothing to defend). What’s that? Still here? Why can’t you take a hint? Do you believe the last five lines will bring a quality the first nine lines could not, that just before it ends this poem will sing? Come on, don’t be a fool. This poem is rot. It’s scandalous what Bumbershoot will print!
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Robert Schechter has had poems and translations published in Light Quarterly, Anon, Evansville Review, Poetry East, among other journals.