Antigone in NYC

I have always hated writing about myself

I’m not photogenic

And I am afraid that my horniness

Would get in the way
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But this is where we’re at

The end of the twentieth century in a

badly decorated studio apartment at

110 Morningside Drive
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I left San Francisco when I was 17 and

Came to New York to discover all

Of the beautiful things
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Because I have the sexual stamina of Grace Kelly

I was accepted as grad student at Columbia

For six years I studied Barthes and Lacan,

Butler and Foucault

When during a talk on Antigone
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My dissertation advisor penetrated me with his

Left index finger

The next day I became a poet
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There are many beautiful women in New York and

Like Whitman, I wanted to make a new life for myself

So I went down to St. Mark’s Bookshop on

A Saturday

And bought a copy of the Susan Sontag journals
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And what happens is

Every time I finish a page

I take out my phone and photograph it
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At night I get into bed and scroll through the photos

And what it feels like

It feels like that night last summer

When we pulled over on the Taconic and

You took it out and asked me to blow you
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I read somewhere once

That a journal is theater or in other words

I know you’ll never really be mine, but

If all this works out, would you come over

Here tonight and

Kiss me with your mouth all the way open