Poems by Eileen Myles
Rotting Symbols
... I know I'll never live here again etc ...
An American Poem
... Yes, I could, but that was 15 years ago ...
Peanut Butter
... growth and breezes, constant ...
The Honey Bear
... a noodle of honey dripping into the odd sweet ...
Movie
... wagging against my knuckles ...
Twilight Train
... ) I look at her knees, the wrinkled ...
Each Defeat
... I want to read the words you circld over and over again ...
Snakes
... Now the clouds slide ...
