shakespeare out of love

i am a shrinking viola

a beatrice gleefully shirking her duty

happily masked as no man’s hero

—

and you, you moonstruck romeo

sigh incessantly in your claudian way

entertaining a hamlet of thoughts

—

alas, there are no juliets to be found

forsooth, all benedicks have flown

and left here are only you and i

a mis-matched non-couple blissfully opposite

each other’s foil to fence with

touche, romeo