Eileen Myles

1949 - / Cambridge / Massachusetts

Each Defeat

Please! Keep
reading me
because you're going to make
me the greatest
poet of
all time

Keep smoothing
the stones in the
let me fry an egg
on your ass
& I'll pick up
the mail.

I feel your
absence in
the morning
& imagine your
instant mouth
let me move
in with you—
wrapping your limbs
on my back
I grow man woman
I see wild wild wild

Keep letting the
day be massive
Oh please have
my child
I'm a little
Prose has some
Magic. Morgan
had a
whore in
her lap. You
Big fisherman
I love my

I want to lean
my everything
with you
make home for your hubris
I want to read the words you circld over and over again
A slow skunk walking across the road
Yellow, just kind
of pausing
picked up the warm
laundry. I just saw a coyote
tippy tippy tippy
I didn't tell you about the creature with hair
long hair, it was hit by cars on the highway
Again and again. It had long grey hair
It must've been a dog; it could've been
Ours. Everyone loses their friends.

I couldn't tell anyone about this sight.
Each defeat
Is sweet.
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