Lines For the Fortune Cookies

Lines For The Fortune Cookies


I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.

Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you--even bigger.

You will meet a tall beautiful blonde stranger,
and you will not say hello.

You will take a long trip and you will be very happy,
though alone.

You will marry the first person who tells you your eyes are
like scrambled eggs.

In the beginning there was YOU--there will always be YOU,
I guess.

You will write a great play and it will run for
three performances.

Please phone The Village Voice immediately:
they want to interview you.

Roger L. Stevens and Kermit Bloomgarden have
their eyes on you.

Relax a little; one of your most celebrated nervous tics
will be your undoing.

Your first volume of poetry will be published
as soon as you finish it.

You may be a hit uptown, but downtown you're legendary!

Your walk has a musical quality which will bring you fame
and fortune.

You will eat cake.

Who do you think you are, anyway? Jo Van Fleet?

You think your life is like Pirandello, but it's really
like O'Neill.

A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows?
Maybe something will happen.

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

I realize you've lived in France, but that doesn't mean
you know EVERYTHING!

You should wear white more often--it becomes you.

The next person to speak to you will have a very intriquing
proposal to make.

A lot of people in this room wish they were you.

Have you been to Mike Goldberg's show? Al Leslie's?
Lee Krasner's?

At times, your disinterestedness may seem insincere,
to strangers.

Now that the election's over, what are you going to do
with yourself?

You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.

You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?

Beyond the horizon there is a vale of gloom.

You too could be Premier of France, if only ... if only...

Frank O'Hara