What if we thought about each other
at the same time accidentally
*
but ignored both of our easily located
phone numbers published on the internet
*
(that was just another spam call concerning
my car's limited warranty although I do
*
not have a driver's license) and wrote poems
to each other instead? Excruciating fun!
*
After work I take a break from feeling
bad to take a hot shower, walk the dog
*
and get ready for my other job
by reading Frank O'Hara earnestly
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on camera. On Saturdays when the bus
wouldn't come for another hour
*
the shoulder of Bothell Way NE reminded
me of walking other highways with a beer,
*
thinking the same things, wondering
if you (or anyone) are thinking of me.
This poem is a part of my lunch poem series. During the month of December 2021, I will be reading poems by Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems and writing some of my own. If you like this, check out my profile for more! And watch me read a poem by Frank:
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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