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I’m using this
it’s large
it could leave it could
change
inside of changing
is hanging
everyone crossing the street
was talking to some
one; “alone”
to be with people
sending off
their rays
I’m sticking with you
even less
nuanced. Less smell
maybe
a blue pigeon
unlocks the
door to
the slabs
of wood
on Delancey
white planks &
then really graceful
planks of artificial
wood leaning
against a tree
why is this pithy
to me. I’m re
lieved to be living
one day
without camera
or pen or
watch
I felt totally un
watched
alone w this
non assignment
this deliberation
to be glad
for original York
that contains
dogs & statements
experimental
art; art of yore
and that blue
pigeon that
followed the wood
but has
a pigeon ever been blue
before or the
night in such
stripes
go out
without your phone
call no one
Honey’s hunching on the rug
the intactness of
all experience
deserves our wavering
but eventual
respect. Call me after
everything
I gain some
love. Rather
than apologizing
I’m doing
well
rather than letting
you go
I’m letting you
leave
blue pigeon
I’ve got your
back
and the vista
that surrounds
you is magnificent
I’m leaving
it there!This piece appears in The Lifted forehead #25. Get your copy here.
Eileen Myles has published twenty books of poetry,art journalism, and fiction and libretti. She’s a Guggenheim Fellow, and has received the Shelley Prize from the Poetry Society of America and a Lambda Award for lesbian fiction,and was named to the Whiting/Slate moment Novel List. She also received an arts writers grant from Creative Capital/ the Warhol Foundation and a Foundation for modern Arts grant. She lives in Marfa, Texas, and original York.
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