I am crazy about Eileen Myles. I love the idea of her having a place in Marfa, Texas, to retreat.
“I wasn’t afraid of being poor. I didn’t want to live in a big house. I’m the perfect size for poetry. I can move around.”
I’ve seen her in person a couple of times. In New York. I was in the audience. Once she picked me out and must have thought I was someone else, someone she knew. “You look so familiar.” When I’m reading her work, she seems so familiar. An inescapable aura of familiarity. I had to reassure myself that no, I didn’t really know her, although I really kind of do.