The Maynard
Spring 2016

Lindsay Miles


Eileen Myles says, attention to a short attention
span and then you’ll have art. A lush takeover,
the protracted tongue of vine my backyard
shares with Pennsylvania. Our absence.

Eileen says, pay attention in the sober light
of the last three decades. Nostalgia is a drunk
teacher my father would have pushed out
the window (three cigarettes)

for a ten-minute morning. Intimacy of awning,
the process of paint removing itself from pane.
He would have weighed a life tethered to a gas
pump. Lift Handle.

Select Option. I think about those who leave
Regular for something truer.