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heart broken
become unglue(d)
think Ted
Berrigan & the white
that dries
clear

father buried
by now
Evan in various cans
shared by friends
family

2 new birds in this yard, distant relatives
of the seagull
there is no
self-pity
in this
moment
exhaustion
dread &
the wonder why
& could I
ever mount
that “horse”
again

Van
Morrison sings
day passes whether
or not
I’m ready
someone mentions Basketball
Diaries my heart
skips
fragmented
I think,
“now we chat poetry perhaps Frank
O’Hara” no,
they just lust
that “male”
actor

I’ve never been so alone
stumble in dark grope
light
switch

my mother alone with
friends
family
on this day
celebration

Joel’s right
we’re all in some
prison
retarded syntax
& all