A sonnet I wrote in response to paterson_si, who asked "What makes you tick?"


Biology. Without the DNA,
the carbon, I would simply not exist.
There’s my sexuality. If “Teh Gay”
is all you see, there’s oodles more you’ve missed.
I savor fiction supernatural—
from Joss Whedon to Edgar Allan Poe.
My hands can’t draw or paint or sculpt at all,
which makes me relish Michelangelo.
In poetry, there’s solace. Hearing it,
writing it, reciting it gets me going.
I know I shouldn’t eat such greasy shit…
It only makes my LDL keeps growing.
An Annie Lennox disc will do the trick—
thus starts a list of things that make me tick.



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