The Eileen Miles Mode

The poem's pre-fame, although in our world, in Poetry World, by Eileen Miles was never not. Both of these poems are meta-phombs because they're both thinking, who the hell am I? When is this poetry gig going to stop? You know, and why I should just run into the bathroom and look at myself. What the fuck is going on? Jess and then Steve, thoughts on any of this? Can I return to the,. that's right?