a poem for today, 19 June 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]
This blood-sucking catfish, which is native to the Amazon river, has the horrifying ability to swim up the human urethra during urination.
Nobody can do it for another— it is a private affair which is best done collectively.
One of the ways history and geography bear down on the body is in language policing.
How can you consider yourself a person if you’ve never stuck your fingers up your butt.
And those who were seen dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.
All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
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