"Annie Sprinkle Confirmed You as a Friend on FACEBOOK"

Yay!

I love her.

I know. I know. File under FACEBOOK STARFUCKER DEPT.

I remember watching her on HBO years ago and thinking "Marcel Duchamp or Bruce Nauman ain't got shit on this woman."

And I love the Eileen Myles poem in which she appears.

Doing what? I think making an ink impression of her breasts so Eileen and a friend had cab fare to get home or something.

That's something likely to happen in an Eileen Myles poem.

My ex and I used to be able to recite certain Eileen Myles poems in tandem, like a scene out of David Lynch.

Freaks.

I know.

But the one about Greece.

Story of my life.