invited me
to his birthday
party. Twenty-
eight this Saturday,
December 2nd, 1989.
So Saturday
night I am going
to put on my prettiest
dress, the black one
with the green
and purple sequins,
and my cowboy boots.
And I am going
to be there
with a six-pack
and this poem,
like any fool who loves
to look at a cloud,
or evening poppy,
or a red red pickup truck.
for John Hernández in memoriam