Sonnet with Ribs and Obelisk
Robert Thomas

Sonnet with Ribs and Obelisk

I wasn’t stalking you. I swear I had
no idea that you and your tank top
and high-heeled flip-flops were anywhere near.
I watched you from behind an obelisk
in St. Rose Cemetery. You rode up
with him on his bike, opening the warm
wrought iron gate as the cold gold cross hung
from your neck. You were watching yourself too,
the back of your head on a graven name,
as he kissed your twelve ribs. You were at peace,
felt not desire but curiosity.
It wasn’t about him. It was the sun
beholding you. You saw that you were good
the way light is good: by definition.

Robert Thomas

is the author of Bridge (BOA Editions), winner of the 2015 PEN Center USA Literary Award for Fiction, and of two poetry collections: Dragging the Lake (Carnegie Mellon) and Door to Door (Fordham), selected by Yusef Komunyakaa for the Poets Out Loud Prize. He has received a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts and a Pushcart Prize, and his poems have appeared in Field, The Iowa Review, New England Review, The Southern Review, The Yale Review, and many other journals.