Terrance Hayes - Morning Poem lyrics

After Charlie Rose where a man claimed proof God is human, I hump the ten minute hill to catch the 61C which arrives two minutes after the rain carries me without O'Hara or the blue umbrella hanging on my closet door to Pamela's on Forbes where I'm surprised to see K above a plate of pancakes in a corner by a window, outside which rain is kissing the heads of beautiful and ugly pa**ersby I join her, order ice-water and the Early Bird Special at $4.87 after taxes and mention how long it's been since I've seen her but not the fact she looks beat and the webs through her hair kind of scare me or that I expected bandages to brace her razor-prone wrists and we don't explain how we came to eat alone but talk about what it means to be on the wagon which K is, how the news said nothing about rain, and I bring up Frank's dumb dune-buggie d**h and the poems I left on the chair by my bed as I eye the pack of Marlboro Lights and damp matches by K which means we're in the smoking section and nothing makes sense because the windows don't open and Pamela's is only a tiny room with soaked breathing people like us By the time I finish the Early Bird, K has split and I follow but she's long gone so I wait for my bus in the rain which is not like a kiss, but a baptism cleaving to my brown skin and the t-shirt I stole off my father who smoked Kools on the steps back home, and grew too fat to wear it