Breaking Up Is Hard to Do
by Hanna Litwinowicz
I fail to acknowledge the car’s on fire
Got me where I am, radio’s still on
Our parts lacked components the machine required
Perhaps, me and you sweetie, same things gone
No bare-leg runs, daisies cut tac-toe-tics
You didn’t hear my heart across the room
Our love did not emanate love music
No disco lift bullshit, normal doom
Thing is pal, I have wrapped myself in palms
Straight up to heaven with bells on, just me
My warm loud victory, this girl’s psalms
I unbox my limbs, stretch long, strong, fully
These legs along are a far better mode of motion
When sky and road are willing objects of devotion
Judge’s comments
I think every judge speaks to how difficult it is to select poems for a contest. I can only say it again… this was DIFFICULT. The quality of the sonnet submissions was extremely high. Getting down to ten was rough. Going for the final six made me a little nutty. I had to read the final poems at least 20 times to make the final call. I was extremely impressed by the language choice, imagery, and slant rhymes. Many of these poems were an “expansion” of the sonnet while holding true to the form. It was a pleasure to read everything submitted in this contest. All of the finalists pushed the formality and expression. The winning poems showed a daring in theme. Wildly varying, these sonnets were an expression of longing, nature, modern life, and frustration. The sonnet (even when taken to a contemporary level) is a tight form with very little room to maneuver. Fourteen little lines packed a ferocious punch in this contest. I was lost in each of these poems, and the most successful sonnets almost hid themselves. The language concealed the form, and I adored that.
—Amy MacLennan
Hanna Litwinowicz was born in Lawrence, Kansas, but was raised in Virginia. She received a Bachelor of Arts in Creative Writing from SUNY Purchase. She is one of the many Portland transplants raising the rent.