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.