Eileen Myles

. Do you think I had any idea what I was about to write today when I sat down. No I thought I just better do it

Cause you keep protecting me from disintegration and change which is my inevitable home: ash dust and reference.

Is everything alive you might ask? And a library? Yeah that’s a big question. Is everything a library too?

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I knew I would be one alone in my family

Yet this inbetweenness, this aloneness, hear it now, is holy.

d I was alone in my family, alone in my world, my one ally in the house, the man, my father was dying. I do need to talk about, hear it, the orientation of alcoholism in order to talk about my father.

The only true logic is sound. If you don’t know, listen. Bend yours.

I see a small yellow dog in this position. And he is the prophet and he shall be the end of this story. For today I see my own teacher, Rosie.