Flying solo

My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
and he carries me quietly, like a gondola, through the streets. He has several likenesses, like stars and years, like numerals.

My quietness has a number of naked selves,
so many pistols I have borrowed to protect myselves from creatures who too readily recognize my weapons and have murder in their heart!

Frank O'Hara (do poema "In Memory of My Feelings")
Desenho de Tonci Zonjic

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