SOTHE is a poetry form I’m experimenting with. Basically it’s constructed by eavesdropping on conversations—or music, billboards, ads—catching pieces, and stringing them together. This is what we get, I would love some imput


Snapshots of the Human Experience: Sweet Love


You’re really gone girlfriend
Not that I care.
Of course, I asked him,
the thing that got me,
I didn’t even think about it
till he mentioned it,
She was a little more interesting
five days after
I promised her
we were leaving Friday, walking.
Losing her meant everything
The only alternative was:
Not there,
“No.”
I have one thing on my mind,
one thing:
So sweet love gets the best of me
The sweet love that she gives to me