Yesterday, a message from dear friend, Max Stjohn:
I came across this verse by Frank O'Hara. It made me think of you —
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…
Kind of beautiful, eh?
You can find it here (it's no. 7).