Dissolution by Eileen Myles

Dissolution

sometimes I forget what country I’m in

I could write poems in bed

I think

have some Americans

look at your awful mov-

ie to tell you when

you’re wrong

& just racist. I got this bug bite

      that could be anything.

Got no new information

to send across. I’m willing

to embrace new sorta cray-

ony tone

      scribbled version

of empty so it’s kind

of full. A kid could draw this world

it

had been lived in

so long.

You forgot

to call your family

& now you’re ready to write an

explicit

bible of love.

The ripple

of experience is the

only beauty here.

My coloring book

why not is so

like a movie. And I just hand you this damp

coloring book

I say there. That’s my model.

Not the kind of laminate

shit you can bring

in the tub. I’m not making some

picture book of bourgeois

life. A damp

coloring book

is naturally

orange. You left

it outside   now you want to save

it?   It’s still good

    and that’s your secret.

How did a mosquito

get under these sheets. Knocking

against my calf. They

stop when I stop

thinking about them. The book

that was my very

private thing

is gone.