I wrote eight nonnets as a connected narrative. I post them here, all at once. I think you might already know the story.
(Poem #90 on new numbering scheme)
The open fields. "Hey. I'm through." His hands shook. "I don't get it." Cain was so angry. The Boss didn't listen. Instead, the Boss turned away. This just made Cain feel angrier. "Why am I submitting these reports?" "Nice." He grinned. He looked up. The Boss was pleased. Abel thanked his Boss. "I worked so hard on that." "It shows. You did very well." Cain watched, beyond the cubicle. "This really isn't fair," he muttered. "What?" "Please wait." The Boss paused. "OK. What now?" Cain said, "Can we talk?" The Boss shrugged. "Don't bother." "You know the problem," he said. "Your anger crouches, there. Own it." Cain was stricken, and he skulked away. "Look. Let's meet." Cain gestured. "Maybe later." His brother nodded. "I'll call you, when I'm done." Later, he called his brother. "How about we go for a walk?" "Sounds good," the other said. "I'll be there." The two took the El down to the end. There were some open fields around. They walked amid the rubble. The older brother swung. He hadn't planned to. His anger won. Cain saw blood. He cried. "Hell." The next day, the Boss called Cain, at nine. He answered his phone, feeling dread. "Where's your brother?" the Man asked. "How would I know?" Cain said. The Boss was silent. "It's not my job." Cain went on. "I mean." "Right?" Another call came, some hours later. The police had found the body. They added up two and two. Cain was soon arrested. The Boss was there too. "Well that was dumb." He shook his head. "You blew it." Cain stared. Sighed. A few years later, Cain was homeless. His lawyer had gotten him off. The trial was a circus. It consumed his money. But his guilt plagued him. Cain crouched, sobbing. "I'm stupid." He spat. "Why?"
– 4 reverse nonnets and 4 regular nonnets
