Katy by Frank O’Hara
The other day, M. told me: Breathe. Nothing about you is wrong.
I’m still thinking about that.
Katy
Frank O’HaraThey say I mope too much
but really I’m loudly dancing.
I eat paper. It’s good for my bones.
I play the piano pedal. I dance,
I am never quiet, I mean silent.
Some day I’ll love Frank O’Hara.
I think I’ll be alone for a little while.
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