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.