May 10th

May 10th

The wall
is bleached
by light,
reddened

I'm giving it to you
the departing
truck
billows
a sweet seahorn

I'm smelling something
for instance
it's like it got
side-swiped

the bus sneezes

cream, cream me

yellow cab
under black
stripes

it's an early cough

it's like light wakes
you up

rhythm, you know

rhythm

It's my street
I swing from left
to right

It's my job
I'm a little
tree


Eileen Myles
Published over on Big Bridge