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I embraced a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.
—Frank O’Hara

I embraced a rainbow,
and slid down its length
getting rich from gold
as I fell down the

array of beautiful

colors and into a
boiling cauldron
that was brewing

at the end of that

deceptive arc.

I came out seriously
injured as a result of this
particular hug, this unlucky
get rich scheme.  And I won’t
go down screaming again,

awaiting the catastrophe that is 

my personality, just to seem like 

Frank’s typical optimistic beautiful self 

again, but catastrophes such as mine

suddenly blooming into something
interesting, or even resembling a tale

of modern hope (like perhaps I might

at one point have resembled, if but

from particular angles) are, as far

as I am concerned, really pushing it.