The Past -- Nin Andrews

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The Past
by Nin Andrews

If she closed her eyes, she could see it
in the dark room of her mind,
the jukebox of her soul
developing so slowly,
she especially liked the way
he said the word, blouse,
when he unbuttoned her
silk blouse, blue blouse, flowered blouse,
his favorite one was pink
and hung on a green lamp
like a flower on a stem
now that he was gone,
and so was she
and no one lived there anymore,
the town kept lighting up without them
as if it were the first dusk.

"The Past" by Nin Andrews, from Southern Comfort.

Comments

[scribbled-mess.livejournal.com]

I can't work out whether the 'jukebox of her soul' line is genius or slightly cheesy. I shall plump for the former.
ty for posting.

[alittleunwell3.livejournal.com]

I really like this poem. Thanks for posting.