Eileen Myles — 17.10.2019


Three poems by Eileen Myles, one of them previously unpublished, which you can read here until 27 November 2019.

 

READ
skiers
miss the
snow &
scientists
notice that
what they’re
studying
is gone. Study
gone
. Caroline
says the mountains
will be
out & Justin
said I was
funny. I push
the christmassy
door. When
I run out
of my poem
I will write
the poem
you gave
me. Enough
poems enough
dogs. Making
is just taking if
you know. Knew.
doo-doo doo
 
 
 
SO
I remember
standing
in San Diego
making you
film me
holding
those flowers
I was standing
still
 
Fuck time
I’m getting
it off
my bo
dy
 
in my
need
for celebration
 
the stewardess
almost
does dirty
talk
w the man
turkey lurkey
baby
I swear
about his
drink
bitch
it’s father’s
day & I’m
daddy
now & I
lift her
legs &
kiss
her asshole:
you. I hold
you in
the next
cartoon
 
blasted windows
of love
bangling
tits the alternation
of pain &
the gentleness
is what
I’m really
into. I meant
to tell you
this.
 
It’s a bible
of knowing &
unknowing
I’m choosing
to live
in w you
cheroo cheroo
the sound
of our
walk
 
walking to
the bathroom
on the
plane I’m
unable to
text you
something
dirty making
you pop
out of
a meeting
somewhere into
a small tiny
darkened
gigantic room
smelling
of puss
 
puss somewhere
in the airport
ass
in the
van. Tits
pushing against the
glass of
everything
selling
everywhere
Nothing’s
for sale.
I want
blood &
the rest
 
Time
to talk
& fork. I watch
America
mountains
pass. Watching
marking all
the time
loudmouth
in front
of me
on the plane
A woman
laughs. Ha ha
shutup
she gallops
for the
man. Silly
horse. He’s high
she laughs
he laughs w
glee. shut
up
 
Anything I say
is not
true, forgetting
everything & the present
popping
up like memory.
 
Hey
look at
the mountain
tops
popping
below. Look
everything’s popping
through the veil
of darkness
the range
of one state
to another
an approaching
making vision
a seat
blast in the sky
between
your legs
the crack of
an excellent
line in my
book
 
I sort of
think I
lost all my earthly poems
cause
I am
supposed
to do
something else.
Lives are slower
or gorgeous &
I’m growing
something
else
 
a ripple
of mountains
like a highly
aroused
cunt

 
 
 
BP
If I set my blackberry at ‘normal’ what will I get
besides a paler icon on its screen
that’s silent and that seems weird
who taught their students to never
say weird. I’d be speechless so much
of the time. In fact ‘weird’ is the mitten
I keep my normal in
so there.
The bottom line’s gotta be class
I write in this now
hardly able to remember the word
that means she writes like she sounds
I like the breath of a stretch
you read that, hear me
go oh
otherwise it’s just all smeared out there
for you to reject
 
I’m a little sad
and we all agreed a room of us that it was
important to say: I’m feeling it now
are you
the tiniest rectangle of trees under bamboo
thank god gets me out of this impossible
tilt on the medium of why don’t I tell him
what I’m working on now: novel
my novel’s skinny
I have a movie to watch so I don’t
have to do this. I can express even
less commitment
my girlfriend sends me a picture in which she
looks melancholy and I a self-hating
fool: giddy. Is it reduced to colon
it’s almost like I’m grabbing
your attention by its two
tits and going: dig this.