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.