Movie
by Eileen Myles
You’re like
a little fruit
you’re like
a moon I want
to hold
I said lemon slope
about your
hip
because it’s one
of my words
about you
I whispered
in bed
this smoothing
the fruit &
then alone
with my book
but writing
in it the pages
wagging
against my knuckles
in the
light like a
sail.
from SORRY TREE, copyright 2007 by Eileen Myles. Published by Wave Books.
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