"Poem" by Frank O'Hara:
Instant coffee with slightly sour cream
in it, and a phone call to the beyond
which doesn’t seem to be coming any nearer.
"Ah daddy, I wanna stay drunk many days"
on the poetry of a new friend
my life held precariously in the seeing
hands of others, their and my impossibilities.
Is this love, now that the first love
has finally died, where there were no impossibilities?
(From Lunch Poems © 1964 by Frank O’Hara. Reprinted with the permission of City Lights Books. Image: "Poem" by Flickr user Marcin Wichary who notes, "Poems by Frank O'Hara were hanging on the wall of Museum Of The City Of New York. The visitors were allowed to tear off a copy to keep for themselves.")