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At a Waterfall, Reykjavik by Eileen Myles

MARGINALIA • SKIP TO THE POEM

1.
Maybe it’s my faulty wiring, I say absently. No, you answer back.

2.
Maybe I want to hide away from you too, I whisper softly. Not allowed, you say, conversation over.

3.
Maybe I’m not good for anyone, I cry, almost desperate to be right. You take my face in your hands. I don’t know how this fits in the equation, you begin. But you belong to me.

At a Waterfall, Reykjavik
Eileen Myles

I still feel like
the world
is a piece
of bread

I’m holding
out half
to you.

Endnotes

This poem appeared in School of Fish by Eileen Myles, published by Black Sparrow Press, 1997. Shared here with profound gratitude.

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