a poem for today

a poem for today, 3 April 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
I've got a sweetheart, treats me good, just like an object.
A shape of some kind for something that has no shape.
What does it mean to regret when you have no choice.
I'm a gun and there is someone who puts the bullets.
There's a place to go just know you will not return.
Sandman's orders. 
I will take your thoughts and I will make them mine. 
Think my husband cares of the hair that adheres to him.
I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land.
Affirmation does not require proof, provided it claims to prove nothing.

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