I don't have to go they come to me
it seems so gross transporting the body
clear across the country in a seated position
I am at the Jefferson Market Library
enjoying Magie's talk about the Caffè Cino
saying hello to Mari-Claire Paul Bob and John
I am outside 441 East Ninth Street
at the dedication of Frank O'Hara's plaque
remembering talk music a night with Joe LeSueur
they come to find me where I am
the body not so important anymore no one
flirts with me I don't need to physically be there
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