5.08.2012

a poem for today, 8 May 2012


a poem for today, 8 May 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]
The body of those left out of the conversation is a body that is speaking and unheard, whose central characteristic is that it seeks to reduce separation, because separation for it is but a source of fragility, and never an instrument of power.
Age, sex, doesn't matter.
Horndogs are everywhere.
I use to live there now.
What are you driving at.
Everything all the time.
Not always, but often.
My wound is inside me.
I hope you get happy.
She hiked up his skirt. 
The bigger the spotlight, the bigger the shadow.

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