by Eileen Myles

I’ve walked past your childhood several
times
and friends of mine babysat
your friends. The enormous calm
this morning kernals
flowing through my clenched
fist into
an old fashioned milk bot-
tle exactly I’ve
constructed that time, I thought
waves, wooden ones
no flames. As
a good middle
I climb on top
and then politely
move over. I was sexually
abused by an
entire house
every shake of the building
was my lover
me abandoning you from not noticing
me. Eating alone
for years
in my family
not putting my foot
down but not picking it
up either. Suddenly strong
in the new presumed
position. Wider than
no more private
than yes. Everyone’s with
men all of
a sudden men made
like my time
in the morning didn’t
choke the limits
of the bottle
can leave me
in satiety.
Not safety
something more
native Listen
to me going all horny. Play
lover, play.