Lady kills time

The Chameleon by Jonathan Williams

at 14 I decided it was avant-garde to dig
women

but, man if I were just the least
bit queer, boy, you know, man, wow,

and then some; but, like
I’m not, but

when I write Dearest to you in a letter, then
that’s different,

isn’t it?

Anyway by William Bronk

I want to cry my wild happiness
- wild because it hasn’t anything
to do with the cultivated ways: not sex
or Zen or Jesus or even as though
I thought that happiness was a place to look.
It wasn’t and I didn’t and here it is.