I read this recent book of poems by Eileen Myles,
Sorry, Tree the other day. It was wonderful, reading a book in more or less one sitting. Getting
immersed in the poetry and the voice. These poems seem different than her previous work, but I'm not sure how exactly. A little more interior, a little more probing of language. Really great. I read everything she writes because everything manages to hit just the right spot.
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