I was going through some very old notebooks and found this series of comic poems I wrote for Romina (from Argentina):
1.
Romina, fragrance like burnt cedar
I am repelled by my wild affection for you.
2.
Romina, you are foreign. I must hug you
and feel
before I am sure of anything
3.
Romina, a love poem for you would not be superflous--
a great poem would not be enough--
any poem at all for you would not be within my ability
for my words are weaker than my confidence (like a pansy)
4.
Donuts, Donuts, Donuts,
Romina, Romina, Romina!
8/25/12
Charles Francis Rahway's First Letter to a Prostitute, 8/17/66
Dear Fat Shelley,
You held up well last night. I really admire you, I wanted you to know that. You have the kind of guts that my grandmother and my grade school teachers never had. When you said you didn't care about the teeth you'd lost, I was deeply moved. What courage to exist in the world like that! I no longer care about my teeth. Why should I? You're alive with pulses, Fat Shelley. You're the breath of Coney Island.
Yours,
Fran
8/24/12
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