I've already had a lot of them I'm looking at a tree full of tiny balls California trees are different thin eucalyptus more blades than leaves not hitting my face it's a country of tiny leaves no leaves simply balls I desire a big book about this not better than them but their friend. Who doesn't love the text? a book about trees it's like a park except that all its windows face outside you look up at the world & go: oh a book is a web I suppose saying you come here to go out an incessant trembling bridge which a tree is I imagine a tree my best friend & I love you on one of so many birthdays
Eileen Myles - 1949-
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