I’m a rack of lamb.
I’m Eileen Myles on a date with a couple, but you’re just you.
I’m Eileen Myles working at Paragon,
and you’re Grace writing me a poem.
You like that reading Marx made me sad.
You like it that I worked somewhere like Marx describes.
You like that I’m bourgeois but can relate to the lumpenproletariat. You like that the chances of me running away are minimal.
I’m Eileen Myles giving you a handjob under the table
across from a dead-looking Belushi.
I’m Eileen Myles taking pills and you’re a couple
feeding me pills.
femme, was published in 2016 by above/ground press.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan