Had we but world enough and time,
Our social network posts could rhyme.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Don’t tell a woman, Smile!—then hope to score.
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt!
My inky cloak: a stab at looking svelte.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Dunno. With climate change, it’s hard to say.
*Beginning with lines by Marvell and Shakespeare.
Nicole Caruso Garcia is Associate Poetry Editor at Able Muse and a board member at Poetry by the Sea: A Global Conference. Her poems appear in Crab Orchard Review, DIAGRAM, Light, Measure, Mezzo Cammin, PANK, Plume, The Raintown Review, Rattle, RHINO, Sonora Review, Spillway, Tupelo Quarterly, and elsewhere. Visit her at nicolecarusogarcia.com.