a poem for today, 9 October 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]
I am more dead than yesterday.
I never open the slot.
I was under the impression that if I could be a good enough person, I would “earn" a relationship.
I forget about meditation.
I can see the I don't want to talk about this look, readying behind your eyes.
I hear things.
I go to school to become an airplane I'll be done in March next year.
I love you, mostly.
I thought we had a connection.
Every single person in this picture has a camel toe.
And I am officially jelly.