Eileen Myles, p.2



POP

And it’s
not over
yet—

you think
it’s the
holiday

or something
happened?

Something happened.

Past bellevue
I lost
my memory

it’s a loss
for a poet

I was
in a
cab

I had
just
been a bastard

and I
promised

myself
never to
be one

don’t do it
I said
to the
one in
my head

her face
is in
the bathroom
sorry I
said to
the photograph
of someone
young

but I’ll do
it again

a failure
of will
at a pressure
point

some sad
ness

watching
my father
die on
the couch

same
bitch
out hanging
clothes

setting me
up to

look

so look
again

and this
is it

window
opened
just

a rim
squirrel
passed
at just

that level
just that
slice
of life

its thin
did you
hear me

hold on

yeah

I heard
you it’s
going to
be slow

but I’m
going
another
block

Pepsi
Cola