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“At a dinner for the poet Nick Twemlow after he read at Columbia College, Yoko Ono came up in conversation. I told my anecdote about her, then said, ‘I guess it’s not much of an anecdote.’ But Nick liked it, and that prompted me to turn it into a poem and dedicate it to him.”

—David Trinidad

My Yoko Ono Moment

David Trinidad

for Nick Twemlow

It’s annoying
how much
junk mail
comes through
the slot
& accumulates
at the foot
of the stairs

mostly menus
from restaurants
in the neighborhood

endlessly
coming through
the slot

despite the sign
we put on the door:
No Advertisements
No Solicitors


One night
I scoop up the whole pile
on my way out
(as I do periodically)
& dump it
in the trash can
on the corner
of West Broadway & Spring

just as Yoko Ono
happens to be strolling
through SoHo
with a male companion

She watches me
toss the menus

then turns to her friend
& says, “I guess
no one reads those.”

Copyright @ 2014 by David Trinidad. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on June 6, 2014.

Copyright @ 2014 by David Trinidad. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on June 6, 2014.

David Trinidad

David Trinidad is the author of numerous poetry collections, the most recent of which is Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera (Turtle Point Press, 2013). He teaches at Columbia College and lives in Chicago. 

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