Bacon cooking in the background
a poem I wrote while waiting for my bacon to be done
What if we thought about each other
at the same time accidentally
*
but ignored both of our easily located
phone numbers published on the internet
*
(that was just another spam call concerning
my car's limited warranty although I do
*
not have a driver's license) and wrote poems
to each other instead? Excruciating fun!
*
After work I take a break from feeling
bad to take a hot shower, walk the dog
*
and get ready for my other job
by reading Frank O'Hara earnestly
*
on camera. On Saturdays when the bus
wouldn't come for another hour
*
the shoulder of Bothell Way NE reminded
me of walking other highways with a beer,
*
thinking the same things, wondering
if you (or anyone) are thinking of me.
This poem is a part of my lunch poem series. During the month of December 2021, I will be reading poems by Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems and writing some of my own. If you like this, check out my profile for more! And watch me read a poem by Frank:
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