It is the kind of day where I would like to reread everything ever by Frank O’Hara
Poem
Some days I feel that I exude a fine dust
like that attributed to Pylades in the famous
Chronica nera areapagitica 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 all over our love.
