She's rubbing his shoulder <br />and he's reading about <br />Western birds. There's a scoop <br />of light just above my knee <br /> <br />it resembles the world, the one I know <br />a layer of smoke spread thin, a shelf <br /> <br />my mind returns again & <br />again to the picture <br />you gave me. In pain. <br />I'm holding the receiver <br />in Denver some woman making <br />human eyes at me from her <br />blue seat, but I later <br />conclude she's crazy <br /> <br />I'm helpless, rushing back to fix the <br />"h," how can I help you <br /> <br />I think we tried this long enough <br />our cure <br />we would save us from everybody <br />else, we "got" it, <br />us <br /> <br />and now we're another falling down car <br />complaining animal <br />empty house <br /> <br />you bleeding & expanding <br />until <br /> <br />the red night itself <br />is your endless disappointment <br />in me <br />who promised so much <br />on that hill <br /> <br />O Glory to everybody & everything <br />that we will fish again & again <br />& get lucky <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Eileen Myles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy-6/
