Eileen Myles
Paris Poems

for Leo

The man smiles
at his wife’s French

I’m walking walking
for at least 
a half hour
fresh flowers
dog in a cone
the two fingers
of God pointing
at each other
over the
legions of keys
Baudelaire Bastille
breaking glass
the breasts of the
man at the front
desk reserved
mouth bald French
I miss your face
in every window
Dennis has to
take a shower
& eschews
cabs. Where did
that book go
Marilyn’s translations
I find my green
notebook in a 
pile of towels
I’m lucky
I smile out a window
at morning light
I find my glasses
on the shelf 
over the toilet
man position
you saw them:  yes
I feel the needle
shift to not
lost at all
look forward to
announcing all this
to Dennis
but mainly to you
the day is a deep
deep well
in which I see
the sky
I’m smiling
at you.

Found In Volume 42, No. 04
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Eileen Myles
About the Author

Eileen Myles is the author of more than twenty collections of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction, plays and libretti most recentlySnowflake/different streets (poetry), Inferno (a poet’s novel)for which she won a Lambda book award, The Importance of Being Iceland/travel essays in art which was supported by a Warhol/Creative Capital art writers’s grant.