a poem for today, 15 June 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
And there was a girl sitting across from me, and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned clear up right to here.
This in itself was not new.
She's always so enthusiastic, whereas she mimes that she's hoping that the hints of darker impulses will comprise my guilt about it all.
It was really the paint that appealed to me: the whiteness of it like a mask, and the bright red lips.
I don't want that to happen again.
It's a wonderful image.
The vanity of others runs counter to our taste only when it runs counter to our vanity.
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