Editor’s note: Eileen Myles went down to Liberty Plaza on a rainy day and was so knocked out by the human microphone that she wrote this, came back, and read it last Friday.

Anonymous

NO I’M THE POET

NO YOU’RE THE POET

NO HE’S THE POET

NO THEY’RE THE POET

NO SHE’S THE POET

NO THAT’S THE POET

NO THIS IS THE POET

NO I’M THE POET

(repeat)