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

in a world where you are possible

   my love

   nothing can go wrong for us, tell me

Frank O’Hara, 1960

L'Ombre et son Ombre (René Magritte e a sua mulher Georgette)