Eileen Myles

MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS

 

 

The whales

breaking

the surface

are the

ocean

no other

name. Then

I knew

that I

became

ocean

too. The black

and white

mother

knows her

baby becomes

knives

she misses

the restaur

ant. And

honey

runs out

and takes

a bite

of Butters’

head

the owner

is nice

that forest

in Scotland

whipping

by. Yes I

think this

country

should

become

free. Solaris

is the

interior

of my sexual

fantasies

I’m part

plant

eaten

by movies

for years

the veal

of snow

curves

as she drags

her pile

of trash

on the train

this is

any

butter

the lightly

screaming

train &

I’m excited

to see

you. Black

barns

hold my

content

ment. Dana

Ward and

Mira

Gonsalez

and those

small tubby

rolls

in the grass

are relevant

yellower

grass. It’s

hay. Hedge

ends

the property

my this

is not

struck

by the gun

of a moment

but this

tumbling

green

long unseen

tiny recollections

exchanging

thwang

the release

of a bow. Honey’s

safe and

butters

safe. The crown

of a tree

see through

poking

over a hill

and I

want

my hands

on the font

I want

I want

Eileen Myles is the author of more than twenty books, including Chelsea Girls, I Must Be Living Twice: New & Selected Poems 1974–2014 and Afterglow (a dog memoir).. Myles’s many honors include four Lambda Literary Awards, the Clark Prize for Excellence in Arts Writing, the Shelley Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America, Creative Capital’s Literature Award as well as their Andy Warhol Foundation Arts Writers grant, and a Foundation for Contemporary Arts grant. Myles lives in Marfa, Texas, and New York City.

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