a poem for today

a poem for today, 12 February 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
Do you know any dogs or cats that aren't neutered.
It's impossible to ignore its cold and pragmatic implementation, no longer even bothering to present itself as an operation of war.
My gown was a teal, strapless, floor-length number with a corset lace-up closure, a full skirt, and a crystal-encrusted bust.
Isn’t there always also a curious pleasure to unfreedom, as if what secretly pleases one most is being told what to do.
Good thing none of you know what I am thinking right now.

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