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KATE HAYES POEM On the matte blue Aegean the captain asks to read my copy of O'Hara's LUNCH POEMS. I would recommend POEM on page 8. I mean POEM on page 27. No wait I mean POEM on page 28. We all get turned around sometimes but I'm living backwards. It doesn't matter because the captain just mumbles something about Frank's Roman nose and how he died and I don't think this is the same Coke that he was drinking. I've considered quitting my body before it could be ruined again. ONCE I DESTROYED A MAN'S IDEA OF HIMSELF TO HAVE HIM and I'm not sure it worked but he's reading somewhere on the bridge. My heart is in my pocket. Maybe it's LUNCH POEMS, or is it his GREAT RUSSIAN PLAYS? Either way, I've never felt heavier. |