Sonnet Depot

I went to SONNET DEPOT for a sonnet.
But I couldn't find the right aisle to save my life.
I wasted a lot of time by not asking
the lesbian who didn't look anything like Sappho
for help. I didn't think a sonnet should
ask for help. Do you? SONNET DEPOT
gives one grand delusions.

I guess I should realize I prefer
the already-made world, since I gravitate
in SONNET DEPOT towards the garden department
which feels Ancient Roman, what with the fountains
and the birds flying in and out of rafters,
inside SONNET DEPOT, outside SONNET DEPOT...

It makes me sleepy for the faux-marble bench of poetry.