that's what Bob calld
the photo he took
at breakfast at Elmer's
you have to look closely
to see me
reflectd in the window
now
the photographer is the ghost
but I don't have to look closely
to see him
he's everywhere
just like his ashes
which Lisa
has begun scattering
in all his favorite places
& if he knew all this
he'd make that whoosh of joy
& giggle
"see
I'm everywhere"
among the words that describe me is "archivist." but even for me some things have gotten away. particularly there are a pair that I keep hoping will surface.
I just watchd Miranda July's new film "Kajillionaire." it reminded me that when she was born I wrote a poem called "Ariel to Miranda" which I sent to her parents. every time I see one of her films I go thru files to try to find a copy. perhaps it's tuckd away in my papers at Kent. or will turn up in the Richard Grossinger papers.
then there's a letter I wrote to Jean-Claude van Itallie describing the nite Allen Ginsberg bangd on my door. I recall I once had a carbon copy (remember those?). but haven't seen that in forever. again maybe it's hidden away in my papers at Kent or will be among Jean-Claude's papers -- also at Kent.
