Not Having a Smoke with You
“o god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much”
is what I’ve written on your hand
while we are sitting in bed
feeling only slightly depressed
about being a tranny and his lady
in the world today.
I stole it from Frank O’Hara
who I’m reading on our ordinateur ancienne
while you are reading a book
you heard about on NPR,
National Public Radio.
Speaking of French
(and not just in French)
I would be lying if I said
I don’t think you’d be any more handsome smoking Gauloises.
So I say
I think you’d be devastatingly handsome smoking Gauloises.
What we are doing now is called parallel play.
You know that without me telling you,
and I learned it at college where
I studied sociology
I did not cultivate my interest
in Gauloises through my time at school,
but rather through my unfortunate affinity for
You can be an artist without being tragic
and I can be a poet without loving you for it.
Taking T makes smoking doubly unhealthy
and I know you know,
They have not done longitudinal studies.
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