Eileen Myles

. Do you think I had any idea what I was about to write today when I sat down. No I thought I just better do it

Cause you keep protecting me from disintegration and change which is my inevitable home: ash dust and reference.

Is everything alive you might ask? And a library? Yeah that’s a big question. Is everything a library too?

amazing versatile charm

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I’ve never been an “idea” writer. I have like a spurt then I go do something else.

This irregular hiss of trees and wind. I think it is my mother. And I am her son, and you are my dog.

once upon a time I wanted a dog exactly as much as I wanted to be alive. Maybe I didn’t even want a dog then. I wanted to say that I was alive.

No I was a kid who was desperate to be seen in a state of desire & supplication.

because the past is so often a place whose colors are only in my mind.)