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Homage to Frank O’Hara

When I was a child
those bitchy Jennifers
were not so nice.
They’d eat my Lunchables,

call me Frisbee Face or worse,
copy my workbooks.
They’d cuss—not curse.
No one sent Lilly right over.

I’d run at recess like a
cat chasing its own tail,
in my made-up games
with my made-up friends.

And here I am, with
1954 Facebook Friends!
Hundreds of Twitter followers!
And even more Likes!

Posted 04/19/15
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