25 setembro, 2014

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

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