Image: Print ©2009 The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts/Ars, New York; Brooklyn Museum; Poem Reprinted from the November 2004 issue of Women’s Review of Books
Image: Print ©2009 The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts/Ars, New York; Brooklyn Museum; Poem Reprinted from the November 2004 issue of Women’s Review of Books

by L.B. Thompson

Praise to you!
Praise to you my snappy love!

Praise you in clean socks on a Queens-bound
    train; praise you
for your famous avocado
    sandwiches. Praise you from Brooklyn to blasphemy!

I’ve called the mayor to praise you; & a thirdbase
    coach; even
that no-neck accountant
who doesn’t have the decency to nod hello
    has agreed to praise you!

Praise you with bongos and fine fancy
    tea; praise you
with rhumba, tango & marmelade; praise
    you with your knickers at your knees!

I praise you on Flag Day, & on whichever equinox
    allows for the balancing of eggs;
I praise you with eggs!
    Brown ones & jumbo & Fabergé Tiffany blue!

On the white of your wrist I praise you;
    on the vacuumed throw rug; I praise you fullpage
on Sunday! With faxes
    & foxgloves & brushed cotton sheets;
with sky-write & timbrel &

wink! Let every soul
    in the Battery Tunnel honk
her horn to praise you! Praise you
    with ripe limes & wrestling mats;
praise you tax-free with agates and tin foil
    & all sparkly things!

Praise you with foggy spectacles and Wisconsin green cheese!
Praise you to the afternoon of orthopedic sneakers;
    praise you from poinsettia to piccolo!
Praise you & praise you & praise you!

    My love,
        from Brooklyn to blasphemy I praise you!

 

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