On the Death of Eileen Myles (Which, as of This Writing, Has Not Yet Happened)
When Eileen dies,
Won't we all be rushing to our keyboards
To type out our "O, I don't give a shit" poems?
It seems inevitable.
She knows she has asked for it.
But I am impatient,
And I don't want to wait,
So here I am, hoping to beat all you motherfuckers to the punch.
Except I can't write her off so blithely:
I like her fucking poetry and prose.
I'm not interested in pissing on corpses
I'm much more interested in
Who's going to piss on mine.
March 7, 2016