You Were Wearing

By Kenneth Koch

You were wearing your Edgar Allan Poe printed cotton blouse.

In each divided up square of the blouse was a picture of Edgar Allan Poe.

Your hair was blonde and you were cute. You asked me, «Do most boys think

that most girls are bad?

I smelled the mould of your seaside resort hotel bedroom on your hair held

in place by a John Greenleaf Whittier clip.

«No,» I said, «it’s girls who think that boys are bad.» Then we read

Snowbound together.

And ran around in an attic, so that a little of the blue enamel was scraped off

my George Washington, Father of His Country, shoes.

Mother was walking in the living room, her Strauss Waltzes comb in her hair.

We waited for a time and then joined her, only to be served tea in cups

painted with pictures of Herman Melville.

As well as with illustrations from his book Moby Dick and from his novella,

Benito Cereno.

Father came in wearing his Dick Tracy necktie: «How about a drink,

everyone?

I said, «Let’s go outside a while.» Then we went onto the porch and sat on

the Abraham Lincoln swing.

You sat on the eyes, mouth, and beard part, and I sat on the knees.

In the yard across the street we saw a snowman holding a garbage can lid

smashed into a likeness of the mad English king, George the Third.

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Llevabas puesta