Thursday
(after Frank O’Hara)
this morning I bought a bag of Chex Mix
from the Study Pit in the library
(“with a hint of Worcestershire”)
ate it back at my desk in Spidle Hall
washed it down with water
from the fountain in the hallway
I went to Opelika with friends
walked around enormous warehouses
full of paintings and sculptures
and one old resuscitated piano
had a falafel pita with onions
avocado, mushrooms, spinach
and Dijon mustard, which I think
comes from France but they still
serve it here in Alabama
drank a Barq’s root beer
then went back to my office
ate some Olive And Sinclair
Southern Artisanal Chocolate
with sea salt in it
“hand-crafted” “small batch”
“slow roasted” “stone ground”
and after all that I listened to a guy
playing the ukulele much better
than I can play it
but nobody famous died
28 March 2013
Auburn, AL
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This poem is an homage to Frank O’Hara’s “The Day Lady Died.”
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