alone at the cinema

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after Frank O'Hara

I was riding the bus on my way to the movies,
I wanted some time alone before my life became inseparable to
my assignments.
Across from me I saw a woman wearing a floral-patterned sweatshirt
and it made me think of you.

When I finally sat down in the movie theatre, I couldn’t help but wonder
what things you would point out, like:
“His hat looks horrendous, who wears a suit on a hot summer’s day and then
adds such a bad fitting hat as that one?”

And as I thought about these things, I was left with the strange feeling that
perhaps I am more interested in the things that pertain to the heart

than to whatever it is a man or woman wants to wear to a reenactment.

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