Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Poem After Frank O'Hara

I can’t believe you’re gone
sometimes although I can’t
imagine you here surrounded

by late winter snow &
vagabond beats I’m not
sure but know you’d enjoy

Even Jes has dreams that
you never left I’m jealous
she gets to see you

in motion while I comb
memories in broken Spanish
of space whales & cameras

& the first time we kissed
interrupted by dreamy Lidia

looking out wondering if
the dog was living up to
his name Now I find

myself next to someone I
once called mine (though
he never was) missing

the thrill of being a lover
wrapped in down comforters
& flesh softer than fabric

painfully knowing that only
you bring me peace
& never confusion

and now, something from emily...

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