This means to say, I want to avoid the world.
Oregon wraps her body around mine.
A list of dailiness, the fragmentation,
the problem in a business of poetics
and one self-crippled young person.
Embarrassed to say, this morning,
I ran across a picture of Frank O'hara
in the New Yorker.
I kissed it.
2 comments:
Jennifer - hello - I wrote something about O'Hara -
Catherine
in my opinion
September 26th, 2005
After you visit City Lights
Pocket Poets Series
“Lunch Poems” by Frank O’Hara
in Border’s Book Store
so often
that your fingeroil DNA
completely coats both covers
and your eyestains invisibly
darken every page
and it costs less than $10
anyway
they should
give it to you
Catherine,
I love it! You're the best!
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