but when I soared
it rained.
—Frank O’Hara
I embraced a rainbow,
and slid down its length
getting rich from gold
until I fell into the
boiling cauldron
at the end of
that rainbow
So I came out pretty
injured as a result of this
particular hug, this unlucky
get rich scheme. And I won’t
but go down screaming awaiting
the catastrophe that is my
personality to seem like Frank’s
typical beautiful self again, but it
suddenly blooming into something
interesting, or even modern (like
perhaps I once would seem from
some angles), is really pushing it.
