A poem by Olena Kalytiak Davis
Six Apologies, Lord
I Have Loved My Horrible Self, Lord. I Rose, Lord, and I Rose, Lord, And I Dropt. Your Requirements, Lord. 'Spite Your Requirements, Lord, I Have Loved The Low Voltage Of The Moon, Lord, Until There Was No Moon Intensity Left, Lord, No Moon Intensity Left For You, Lord. I Have Loved The Frivolous, The Fleeting, The Frightful Clouds. Lord, I Have Loved Clouds! Do Not Forgive Me, Do Not Forgive Me LordandLover, HarborandMaster, GuardianandBread, Do Not. Hold Me, Lord, O, Hold Me
Accountable, Lord. I Am Accountable, Lord.
Lord It Over Me, Lord It Over Me, Lord. Feed Me
Hope, Lord. Feed Me Hope, Lord, Or Break My Teeth.
Break My Teeth, Sir,
In This My Mouth.
Olena Kalytiak Davis
Olena Kalytiak Davis writes: "Six Apologies, Lord" wrote itself while I was working a relief shift at the Juneau Public Library circulation desk. Unfortunately, the texts it was stolen from were not the texts that circulated frequently. Though it's hard to tell out of context , "Six Apologies, Lord" is one of a series, or should I say sequence, of "Shattered Sonnets" that sort of simultaneously distort, discard, and highlight formal, thematic, and rhetorical sonnet conventions. Oh yeah, and I needed to say I was sorry.
