I am such a drama queen...

[fr_defenestrato]

Or so said maestro_live on receiving this sonnet in text yesternight:

The tiny picture that I loved so well
and rescued lately from beneath the sink
fell thereinto; I have no words to tell
how sad the ruin of all this running ink.
I know that you will rally hale and soon
despite this last abdominal dismay;
the loss of icon does not importune
the loss of the original. So stay.
I know the fates have stomped upon your head
(as fates are wont to do) but gather this:
that, if and when the fates would have you dead,
my life, denatured utterly of bliss,
would be in certain forfeiture, and I
would die, would die, would die, would die, would die.