reading roland barthes
        for eileen tabios

   
  the sum
  of parts
   
  not
  without messiness
   
  not
  without contradictions

  patternings
  of

  who & what texts
  shall survive our age
   
  who cares
  who

  folding the laundry 
  checks for pockets the loose change

  to live
  until death






  frank o'hara's lunch poem written at work


               just when i think the title
  for my uncollected poems will be

     sex, death and fucking text

  someone suggests
                my biography be called

     gleaming the cube