Nicole Blackman - Gone

[anaisf.livejournal.com]

When I am gone your pillows will smell like me.

When I am gone the ice cubes in your glass and
the sway of your curtains will sound like me.

When I am gone your toothbrush and milk carton will taste like me.

When I am gone everyone who passes by your window
and everyone on your television will look like me.

When I am gone the curve of your telephone,
the blade of your razor,
and the fur of your cat will feel like me.

When I am gone you will tell your landlady
that you're leaving at the end of the month.

You will swear your apartment is haunted.

Comments

[hakucho-cygnus.livejournal.com]

This is the first Nicole Blackman poem I've ever read, and the way she addresses the reader does seem interesting. Where could I find more of her poetry, so I could decide for myself whether I'm interested in her work or not?

[anaisf.livejournal.com]

I really struggled to find her poetry online, and had to end up buying her book Blood Sugar, but I didn't regret it!

I'll post some more in a little while.

[anaisf.livejournal.com]

Also there are a few more poems of hers in the tags