I remember the first time I met Frank O’Hara. 

He was walking down Second Avenue.

It was a cool early Spring evening but he was wearing 

only a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

And blue jeans. And moccasins. 

I remember that he seemed very sissy to me. 

Very theatrical. Decadent.

I remember that I liked him instantly

—	Joe Brainard