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This week, we bring you Frank O’Hara’s poem “A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island,” Joy Williams’s short story “Making Friends,” and Roberto Bolaño’s poem “When Lisa Told Me.”
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“A True Account of Talking to the Sun at Fire Island,” by Frank O’Hara Issue no. 45 (Winter 1968)
The Sun woke me this morning loud and clear, saying “Hey! I’ve been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. Don’t be so rude, you are only the second poet I’ve ever chosen to speak to personally so why aren’t you more attentive? If I could burn you through the window I would to wake you up. I can’t hang around Here all day” …
“Making Friends,” by Joy Williams Issue no. 82 (Winter 1981)
Willie and Liberty broke into a house on Crab Key and lived there for a week. Crab Key was tiny and exclusive, belonging to an association which had armed security patrol. The houses on Crab Key were owned by people so wealthy that they were hardly ever there. They were elsewhere.
Liberty and Willie saw the guard daily. He was an old, lonely man, rather glossy and puffed up, his jaw puckered in and his chest puffed out like a child concentrating on making a muscle. He told Willie he had a cancer but that grapefruit was curing it. Willie and Liberty must have reminded him of people he knew, people who must have looked appropriate living in a $300,000 cypress villa on the beach. He thought they were guests of the owners.
“When Lisa Told Me,” by Roberto Bolaño Issue no. 201 (Summer 2012)
When Lisa told me she’d made love to someone else, in that old Tepeyac warehouse phone booth, I thought my world was over. A tall, skinny guy with long hair and a long cock who didn’t wait more than one date to penetrate her deep. It’s nothing serious, she said, but it’s the best way to get you out of my life …
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