a poem for today

a poem for today, 15 April 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
It confused the boundaries between the animate and inanimate, human and machine, male and female, sexualized and sexless, and ultimately life and death. 
I would wear flower petals as my eyelashes or go to a club in roller skates and a blonde Afro wig.
Don't be tempted by flesh. 
I resisted. 
More Americans receive mental health treatment in prisons and jails than in hospitals or treatment centers.
For the occupation lines on forms I put "poet," but, I don't know, I feel like other people should say whether I'm a poet, not me. 

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