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Three Poems


Eileen Myles

No Rain

And then
I heard
the sound
of rain
that’s the
air-conditioning
but what
makes
me
want
the rain
in here.
That’s you
says
Chris
being con-
nected
but no
I hoped
the darkness
meant
something.
I put
the heat
on before
I left
so I
could
come
in to
something
warm
not cold
bereft.
But it
wasn’t that.
Just
grey cold
drunken
grey
a day
full of
sticks and
plans and
flowers
for you.
I want
to wrap
them
in bamboo
or clay
I want
to hang
them on your
door
opening
the marvelous
concrete
truths
of what
you’re doing
now with
your hands
and ideas
I have
a secret
for you
the rain
is falling
through
a screen
I see
many of
us
I hear
a roar
what’s that
I asked
Chris.
That’s the
future
he said.
It’s
true

[2005]




Sorry

I can’t remember the 2nd
time I hurt you—

it was dark & someplace
in that darkness
was the thing I did.

You weren’t the target, I
know that, though
you might’ve been the bow
& the tension
I really think is love.
Nothing ever sends me away.
I’ve got your pain
in my pocket &
it glows in the dark

and in the light
it’s the softest kind
of singing woman’s voice.
That’s who you are. To me, I mean.
Let me hold your shoulders
back so you look
arrogant & beautiful
welcoming me into the warm
sad party. Let this
be the unfortunate hat
I hang outside the door
if only you will
allow me to come in.

[1979]




Woo

Out in a bus stop
among the
mountains
a yawn, boy drive by
blue mountains
little tan mountain
house, similar
each scape
is all its own place
no woman
is like any
other

[1993]