One sonnet is never enough. Some months ago my friend Christina Graziano, an SGA executive and the recipient of "Sonnet XC", politely requested another poem. I protested- What if all the ladies demanded additional poetry? There'd be no end to it!- but since she'd become an exec in the meantime, it did fit with my tradition of writing sonnets for all the female execs. But for months and months not one inspiration came to me, until last night when I went to the lounge to do my homework. Christina and I are in the same Dante's Comedy class, and I realized that, reading at the rate of one canto a day, Friday the 6th is the day Dante enters Paradise: the perfect occasion for a sonnet. It describes a sweethearted habit of staring-unto-smiling we've developed:

Sonnet CXXXII - ~'s Comedy

I leave my Hell and Purgatory in
The Comedy; my heaven walks with me
To Charlie's. As she starts typing, we
Discuss our classes. Often, I begin
To stare. Christina answers me. Although
Her eyes of cocoa liquor, bright but flat
Will hardly shift, I start to notice that
She's trying to manipulate me so
That I will smile. Dante cannot hold
His breath for long when wise Matilda dips
Him in the Lethé; neither can our lips
Refrain from looking quite the same. I fold
My arms around her smaller body, say
Some things to make my gentile lady's day.

Professor explained that by comedy, Dante meant being brought from a bad situation to a good, the opposite of tragedy. Hence the title.