Eileen Myles, "No Rewriting"

Here's a poem that seems loose and baggy, unrevised (no rewriting) but is actually tight and effective:

"sticking my hands in my jeans
jackets
which ones have the torn pockets
I repaired
and where do I put my keys
now
which pants am I in
do I remember them?"

It occupies about 6 pages in the BAP. No wasted motion. 9.5.

Go Eileen!