and the end of picnic, which
you missed. Thank God. Here’s red rain,
red rain. Sally’s being a bitch—
surprised? Johnny say he’s in stitches,
she so funny. She so gurgle, plarp,
she gutter. Johnny get knife, swing for fences,
hit homerun. Oh God. Can you help?
Blood on my corndog. Blood in my cup.
We not got fun. Dick and Jane,
no, not here. Sally, all fucked up
and lips not here. Sally in real pain.
We need revenge, so let’s get Johnny,
he ain’t patient & his jokes ain’t funny.
This poem in response to Sherman Alexie's "The Facebook Sonnet," which can be found in the May 16 issue of The New Yorker.
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