LITERARY - EILEEN MYLES READS YOU LUCKY DUCKS SOME POEMS

Hey, here are those poems we told you so much about to accompany today's story from Eileen Myles. Click below on the baby triangles to listen. Since most of us like our poetry to include text, we've included that too.

"Taurus"

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It seems
the color
is constant on the sun.
Storm every few hours
and the storms are bright.
And it even gets translated
here. On a beach I'm remembering
yesterday's paper
it described a snap
and those colors come down to us
once in a while
through something like a wind sock
I lived in San Diego
and everyone was gay
in my neighborhood
it was all about selling
they came to my door and offered
a wind sock
the waves are rolling the sun came out
the sock said I am gay too
and soon those people were
gone to make
money. They called them
flippers. Gay flippers
gone were
their rainbow socks
it's a snap and the colors
came rushing down the tunnel
straight to here
not where I sit but in
Iceland sometime
I missed it
and up north in the Yukon
she wanted me
to go but my dog was
dying. I stood in the
parking lot in Iceland
when I arrived
wondering if the colors would rip
where I stood
I had not intended
to be here this time
ankles crossed
in the sands thinking about
the skies in yesterday's paper
cur-duh sings a bird
on the other hand
Glenn told me about a woman
who had waited her whole
life to watch the aurora borealis
and now she was here
and it didn't happen
scientists have understood
the nature of the snap
particles rustling
through the sock
the snap occurs first
they said
the color comes later
if I could just stop
thinking if I had
sold my house
sooner I'd be rich
I wasn't standing there
to see the sky
change color
still it would've
been nice
a dish of light forms
an enormous pancake
called day across
the sea and some lights
the front of my legs
like a cartoon
I draw. I am
trying "to con-
centrate
on the bull

not the language of selling
shared the executive"

Am I the bull?

"My Monster"

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dry cleaners
never
have to
worry
about their
sign

the worse
it gets
the cleaner
people think
their
clothes
will be

do you
see
my choice

sometimes
you have to
slow down

or speed
up to
fart. The
revolution
is still

occurring
in the
body
I want
to go
home is
what you
say out
the window

just when
I had
nothing
to say
I heard
his blah blah
blah
and I thought
well I'll
say something
else

I want
to be
in it

you might
think
I'm ignoring
you but
that's
what's
happening

I'm in you
blah blah
blah

it's hot

she might
see them
as pimples
on his
ass but
he sees them
as allergic
jewels

at night
in Iceland
Haraldur
goes out
to gather
a box of
darkness

they have
more time
if you think
of it

that's why
Kristin
emails me
more when
I'm
here—What's
between
us is
countries

which is
nothing
now.

I say love
blah blah

blah

I say
love