Dream 2

By Eileen Myles Eileen Myles
the car had a cover over it
and it was over the wheels
and it hurt my ass and I
couldn’t sleep. It seems I should move, go forward now
I was wandering through the jungle
anywhere on earth but I was a woman
in bed in New York and how many
people have died in wild places
dreaming you were still in bed
would you know. Travel well
I said to my dog when she
went on her journey thinking
of a cheap movie
I’ve thought this was an urn
turning this was on water
this was flat
but now I see light between
the trees I see water trickling
through stone this is not
made of   language but energy
that will stop when I die
the dream dies too
one bolt

Source: Poetry (December 2013).


This poem originally appeared in the December 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2013
 Eileen  Myles


Eileen Myles was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1949, was educated in Catholic schools, graduated from the University of Massachusetts-Boston in 1971, and moved to New York City in 1974 to be a poet. She gave her first reading at CBGB's, and then gravitated to St. Mark's church where she studied with Ted Berrigan, Alice Notley and Bill Zavatsky. She has published more than a dozen volumes of poetry and fiction including Not . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Death, The Body, The Mind, Relationships, Pets

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