Dear So & So

part of a chapbook and a half in an unending series

Dear So & So: 

After Frank O'Hara

I reach out to you in a poem
because I can't stand on principle

anymore. I wanted you and I want
you and yeah. You get the point.

35 years ago you tried to get me
to join your commune in NC. It's

awesome, you said, your blue-dyed 
and brindled hair wandering in loose

strands like dandelion clocks. I nicked
a free copy of Spare Change News. 

I had poems in it, you may recall
and the lumpy suet of my intentions

hay-wired then. You giggled and spoke
in Latin--te amo--and I brushed you

away then feeling invincible. Years after
now I still feel your soft hand on

the nape of my neck. I wonder what
happened next. I'll have to dream it true.