Eileen Myles
Poet of Pavement and Afterglow, Skeleton Key to the City
I write the city as it walks me.
I’ve been called many things—dyke, downtown, difficult—but I write what I see: the flicker of neon, the ache of desire, the stubborn beauty of ordinary days. My poems are not about life; they are life, pressed between pages like a flower from a lover’s coat. I walk, I watch, I write. The city is my lover and my witness.
What I'm Into: Chelsea hallways, neon at 3am, the weight of a notebook, queer love, messy and real, fire escapes
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