I enjoyed this article at Lambda Literary the other day. Here's a brief passage-- I pull a book off the shelf, little with an electric orange cover. Lunch Poems, by Frank O'Hara. I am five years old and it is the first book of poetry I encounter. The words in exotic combinations hold innumerable possibility, though I understand neither these combinations nor these possibilities yet. I am five years old an…
SOURCE: Frank's Wild Lunch at 03:39AM on August 1, 2013