I love you Truman Capote
sitting at the dinner table with your hat on
is there a pillow under your bum?
white linen suit, smudges
how you tried and won
kicked their asses and kissed some
laughter below deck, blushes
how they made you sing
for your supper
who cares that your brain shrunk
burned out on pills and martinis?
I hug you like a brother
Truman, what do they do to us?
as always you were too big for us
them, yourself, the world
what’s a little brain shrinkage amongst friends?
mumbling incantations like the wild New York Cassandra
we hold these curses to be self-evident
don’t give a fuck
we gave them all the fucks we had
if they didn’t want them
fucking too bad!