a poem for today, 9 October 2012

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.