a poem for today

a poem for today, 20 April 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of fourteen sentences and its image]
I'm going to be going to this old lady.
I'll think of you and probably laugh.
I expected the mountain to be bigger. 
I'm not willing to just be tolerated.
I love you more than my own hair color.
Ze relents and leaves the hand alone. 
I'm turning into one of your scripts.
Shut up you stream of paralyzed piss. 
I'm getting an abortion and I can't wait.
You don't get to ask me any questions.
It doesn't look good for you to swoon.
I think you're all fucked in the head.
This is why we can't have nice things.
And then one day, they wake up - alone.

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