Thursday, March 26, 2009


I'm having a real day of it.
                                           There was
something I had to do. But what?
There are no alternatives, just
the one something.
                                I have a drink,
it doesn't help - far from it!
feel worse. I can't remember how
I felt, so perhaps I feel better.
No, Just a little darker.
                                     If I could
get really dark, richly dark, like
being drunk, that's the best that's
open as a field. Not the best,

but the best except for the impossible
pure light, to be as if above a vast
prairie, rushing and pausing over
the tiny golden heads in deep grass.

Frank O'Hara

Sunday, March 1, 2009

interruption #2


I never imagined
as a little girl
that a kiss on the mouth
would be the defining factor
between a relationship
and a friend.

I thought it was fucking.

a. tocchi