Ok and this minute I fell again
in love with Frank O'Hara
and his gabbling of the gables of the day.
I don't care how hairy his face is
or what gritty sidewalk he strode
the year in.
Today again I remembered to fall again
in love with oil in my throat
and rain in my hair
I hated
when the eaves drip cold wet into my roots
I keep trying the lock anyway.
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