Poem
Some days I feel that I exude a fine dust
like that attributed to Pylades in the famous
Chronica nera areopagitica when it was found
and it's because an excavationist has
reached the inner chamber of my heart
and rustled the paper bearing your name
I don't like that stranger sneezing over our love
Frank O'Hara
Monday, June 25, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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