Honourable mention in the 1st Jackpine Sonnet Contest.
He’s almost two heads shorter than the soprano as she sings about Bluebeard’s seven doors. I lived in a small fishing village where a woman drove a VW Beetle with Boulez engraved on her licence plate. One night she drove drunk, lost her licence and had to move into the city leaving me with the dream of meeting Boulez. Unknowingly she opened the seventh door for me: it was time to abandon my third husband: he kept too many secrets from me. I no longer live in Ecum Secum, but in a European city with husband number four. Be careful what you choose for your licence plate: Boulez is up there right now in front of me moving his hands.