If you owned the world then of course you could sit there with your guy gaze determining that some girl was fat or a slob because a straight guy sees himself as the boss, and you know the procession of girls or opportunities or products are there for his delectation. He doesn't have to see himself. I mean the guy's probably fucking old as well, and he wouldn't have any truck with an aging woman either, never mind a fat one. So on top of it all you have that to look forward to, too.
Eileen Myles, letter to Jennifer Firestone (How2 Vol. 3, Issue 1, Summer 2007)
O
Eileen Myles
I love
you.
I think
your
insides
are made
of glass -
test tubes
curled
up neatly
in
your
belly.
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hello- nice to finally meet you the other night- send me some stuff through to chrischarliepaul at gmail dot com be good to read it
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Hi there. I saw you read at the small press book fair in October & bought a copy of 'sugar'. I have already tried to persuade yt communication to send me 'killin kittenish', with transaction of monies obviously, but have not heard anything back from them. Therefore, I wondered if you yourself, being the lady what wrote the poems, could sort me out with a copy? Let me know if so. Francesca
interesting inter-sting
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