a poem for today, 15 October 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something.
A person who is nice to you but is not nice to the waiter is not a nice person.
And as the train was pulling away, she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile.
I've heard them before, from thousands of species across thousands of worlds, since long before you were created.
So now I know where your house is if I want to stop by sometime and not have intercourse.
The engineer phones him.
I switched fingers.
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