"Put out your hand,
isn't there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn't
you like the eggs a little
different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding."
Excerpt from Frank O'Hara's "For Grace, After a Party"
September 18, 2008
hard boiled eggs
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
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