My friend Ally sent me this photo and said: "This was just lying there in the kitchen in my office. A single slice of untoasted bread in a sandwich bag. There's something really sad about it, I think.... It needs you to write a poem about it."
So here is the sonnet to commemorate the sad piece of bread that never made it into a sandwich:
My beloved friend Ally Franklin helped me upload my Xanga posts from high school, which were living peacefully in the Xanga archives, onto a brand new Wordpress site for my reading pleasure. I have since stopped functioning and have spent all morning reading my sometimes-charming, mostly horrifying commentary from 2004 to 2007. Just like this charming/horrifying photo from August 2005.
Scattered among the awkward slang-ridden odes to teenage self-loathing I frequently wrote (I do not remember being as diligent at blogging in high school as it appears I was. The posts are pretty much every day!) are some works of poetry from the same time period. Here is Queer Martha's poetic stylings from the vaults of Xanga. This one is called, "I Would Like to Know Your Name." It was inspired by this girl I saw on the Path train travelling from Manhattan to Hoboken in 2005 and submitted as a class assignment within a larger creative writing journal called, oh yes, "Love Poems to No One."