Why I’m Not a Bitch
After Frank O’Hara
Why? I don't know.
I think I’d rather be a bitch,
to tell you the truth.
Sometimes I stop in, and she says to me,
Come on in, bitch. Let’s bitch.
I do. We do.
We both bitch.
We bitch and bitch.
Bitching has never been
as good as this.
You should see us bitch.
Then Nicole says
she’s writing a bitching poem.
And she is. So I read
it. Damn, I say.
This is bitching.
I say.
What’s Whitman doing here?
Yes, she says.
I needed someone.
Like Whitman.
Oh, I say.
And I go out.
Then she sends me her poem.
Where’s Whitman? I
ask.
All that's left of Whitman
are the words hit and man.
He was too much, Nicole says.
Or not enough for this bitch.
she publishes the poem.
It’s called Whitman’s
Bitch.
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Yo, bitch.
Posted by: Sally Ashton | December 05, 2009 at 04:06 PM