conversations with people whose age I cannot determine, due mostly to my inability to judge these things, but influenced a great deal by their inability to identify with those who have had children and reached stability

even (especially?) Frank O'Hara went to grad school
in michigan!

i'm sorry for when i'm overheated and haven't had a cigarette in a while
and want decisions to be made now now now!
but the blooming roses of the unairconditioned
and you how old are you?
when we have all fucked and been fucked and been drunk and paid credit card bills
and still
i'm not an adult??

oh boomer baby
baby baby baby stay-baby babied to your grave
not even functionally true!
do you soil your pants - no!

option 1) the toddler has no teeth with which to bite world. it is easier to blame your own gums for not protecting you against the nibbles of your city than to blame your city for nibbling you.
option 2) the adolescent can still laugh. the teenager can still know the tightness of best-friend-itude. we babies know the damp joy of the cupboard in the kitchen where we die together playing clapping games as the bombs come up over the horizon.
option 3) luv u mom n dad
option 4) in our dungarees, bright colored blocks, we were only stopped when we knocked things over

oh wee little bairn
born under a bad sign
bjorn all out of line

i saw a marathon runner shit her pants
her nylon, neon-piped specialty shorts to be more exact
all down her legs it went