She's rubbing his shoulder and he's reading about Western birds. There's a scoop of light just above my knee
it resembles the world, the one I know a layer of smoke spread thin, a shelf
my mind returns again & again to the picture you gave me. In pain. I'm holding the receiver in Denver some woman making human eyes at me from her blue seat, but I later conclude she's crazy
I'm helpless, rushing back to fix the "h," how can I help you
I think we tried this long enough our cure we would save us from everybody else, we "got" it, us
and now we're another falling down car complaining animal empty house
you bleeding & expanding until
the red night itself is your endless disappointment in me who promised so much on that hill
O Glory to everybody & everything that we will fish again & again & get lucky
- by Eileen Myles3
You're like a little fruit you're like a moon I want to hold I said lemon slope about your hip because it's one of my words about you I whispered in bed this smoothing the fruit & then alone with my book but writing in it the pages wagging against my knuckles in the light like a sail.
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