Issue 211, Winter 2014
I had a stroke and I’m not me.
I’ve been disfigured horribly.
Little did you know that I
Was once the apple of your eye.
Sunshine was your nickname for me.
You don’t remember, I can see.
You don’t because I’m not the same.
I maybe need another nickname.
I do, I need another name.
I do because I’m not the same.
You’re looking at calamity.
You recognize me now? It’s me.
I try to speak and when you’re near
I see your face is speaking, dear,
And see you’re saying something nice.
The asteroid was made of ice.
An asteroid destroyed the planet
Janet lived on. I am Janet.
Even with my wedding ring,
I don’t resemble anything.