movie
eileen myles
You’re like
a little fruit
you’re like
a moon I want
to hold
I said l e m o n s l o p e
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
a g a i n s t m y k n u c k l e s
in the
light like a
sail.