from “Meditations in an Emergency” by Frank O’Hara

Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religious as if I were French? 

   Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there’ll be nothing left with which to venture forth. 

   Why should I share you? Why don’t you get rid of someone else for a change? 

   I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love. 

   Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.