is even more fun than going top San Sebastain, Irun, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona.
Partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian.
Partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt.
Partly because of the fluoresent orange tulips around the birches.
Partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary.
It is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasently definitive as statuary when right in front of it.
In the warm New York 4 o'clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
And the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint,
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them.
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them.
I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world...
-"Having a Coke With You" by: Frank O' Hara
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