The Poetry Project


Eileen Myles

It is the first
day of the new
Year. The city honors
This day by not
Requiring us
To move our
Cars. I ran down
In flip flops
Then I looked
At the app
And discovered this
Fact. I sd
Hi to my neighbor
and stumbled
Up the stairs. Are you okay
she said. Yes
I said but I felt
Not ashamed but mussed
Rattled. I started reading the
New Yorker
Which seems so
In between
I said so on Twitter
And one woman started flirting
With me. I had showed
My address in a photo
Of the magazine
& it sounded like
She would be right
Over. I said I had six
Kids & my husband
Was a brute. My friend
In Chicago laughed.

Issue 15