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Be Frank, Franco

Do you smell the morning breath
And farts on the MTA as we all
Flutter to work?

Watch baseball on weeknights?
Write poems about kind
Looking homely strangers?

About Boners? Bombs? Do you think
You’re a quarter homo like me?
Do thoughts of Asian’s speaking

French and Italian occupy
Your thoughts?
Do the incredible backs of

Swimmers and legs of runners
Make you want to touch strangers?
Do the feet of babies look like

Chicken nuggets to you?
Do you live off a local train stop?
Did you hear what they did

To the “criminals”? Did you
Loose your appetite for war too?
Do you ever sleep enough?

Do you love mothers as I do?
Do you take back lies you tell
With the truth?

Do you count your push-ups and
Sit-ups? And do you feel your
Body sculpting from the inside

Out? Do you think everyone’s
Knees are different? (I said knees
Not needs)

What have you answered yes to?
All of it? Say yes, James.
Say yes.


Ashleigh Allen was born in Toronto, Canada and currently lives in New York City where she teaches and writes poems.

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Allison Power edits books at Rizzoli Publications and writes poems that are sometimes published places. Her friends call her Ali.

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  • Ali Power via Facebook November 18, 2011, 10:50 am

    Power! :)

  • Micah Towery via Facebook November 18, 2011, 11:17 am


  • Micah Towery via Facebook November 18, 2011, 11:21 am

    seems like you have this problem a lot, ali :)

  • Margarita Delcheva via Facebook November 18, 2011, 12:40 pm


  • Nicole Diaz January 25, 2012, 10:19 pm

    great poem, thank you for sharing

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